Gatherers
Starve
We're divine animals
Carve the fringe in the hide
Your love, tasted cheap
And it pulls me in tight
A malevolent fashion
You're caught in my throat

How could this happen?
Who could've known?

Skin me down
Starve me out

Wear me around
Wear me around
Wear me around
Wear me around

Wear me around
Wear me around
Wear me around
Wear me around