I fell down thirty feet of stairs
Landed in a hole buried under cloak
And as I grow I tried to let this go
But I cannot hide under half shut eyes
And I feel it calling me again
In winter ice I stand
And I feel it calling me again
So what will it take
To make this finally the end
Carving snow I found myself a glove
So I took it home and my body mind and soul
We're draped in robes like soft and flowing tones
Through a combo and it's quarter cranked again
And this time I follow my own lines
And I feel it calling me again
In winter ice I stand
I feel it calling me again
So what will it take
To make this finally the end
It's the breaking point the crossed out the fine lines
we hide the lies
Medicine and crooked ties define why
I'm not who you thought you liked
It's the breaking point the crossed out the fine lines
we hide the lies
Medicine and crooked ties define why
I'm not who you thought you liked
It's the breaking point the crossed out the fine lines
we hide the lies
Medicine and crooked ties define why
I'm not who you thought you liked