Texty: Jose Gonzalez. The Nest.

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Saw them gathering sticks from the ground
By the thicket while assembling a nest
on the alert for any lingering threats
building frantically without any rest

Walls grew dense and blocked out the sun
caving in everyone
Darkness fell wiped out a once joyous tone
then famished, like posessed end up eating their own.

Saw them gathering sticks from the ground
by the thicket while assembling the nest

(Thanks to Kate for these lyrics)