This is every bad fever dream I’ve ever had.
We pick up on the eerie minimalism where the previous track left off. Sounds are coming from all directions, both familiar and alien. We press onward through the mystery, hounded by our demons at every corner.
Suddenly, without warning, the beat picks up and the chase begins. But who - or what - is pursuing us? There’s the unmistakable sound of a wolf, yet we must remember that this is all in the mind. Is it a true external threat we fear, or a disturbing aspect of ourselves?
And then, right when it seems to be over, we’re back where we started. Is there no escape?