Lyrics of The Maker - Place of Skull

How how how, not worry
How how how, not mad
How how how, you call me
How how how, But now

I'm feeded by the things that you have left
And all those things that you just can't forget

Mutt dog, they call me
Mutt dog, I guess
I'm feeling, it scratching
And hunting my back

Each day a struggle for a piece of care
Fight at night for ceiling seems unfair

Maybe you can sniff and find my track
Could you take me home and be my friend
I'm feeded by the things that you can't care
In all those days be a mutt dog seems despair