Intro

Lost where the pines lean over the trail

One match, one knife, and a pocket gone pale

No map, no signal, no road in sight

The sun dropped hard and swallowed the light

Verse 1

Boots full of mud, rain cutting my face

I marked every tree but forgot the place

Built me a shelter from branches and bark

Heard something breathing deep in the dark

I rationed the water, counted each crumb

Told my own hands, "Keep working, don't run"

Then came a howl with a broken-tone sound

And heavy feet started circling round

Pre-Chorus

I held my breath beneath the roots

While silver eyes crossed through the brush