Icicles hang from the ceiling of the cave

I know I should be but I’m not that afraid

It’s been hard to conjure fear in me

Ever since my personal World War 3

I like to think I’m brave, this walk will help me tell

Or I’m just walking into a stupid personal hell

As long as I’m in the woods, I’m not alone, oh no

There’s so much around me, that I don’t want to know