​camping by GRAVE ARCHITECTURE Lyrics

In my head we go camping all the time
Dark green and icy ghosts blow through the pine
You're the Novocaine stakes in the middle of my tarp
They don't hurt a bit when they enter my arms

They're all in one place and they're growing in size
I'm staying in place but the wind blows me from side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side to side