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.
Were draped in robes like soft and flowing tones
Through a combo and its 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?
Its the breaking point, the crossed out, the fine lines we hide, the lies
Medicine, and crooked ties define why Im not who you thought you liked
Its the breaking point, the crossed out, the fine lines we hide, the lies
Medicine, and crooked ties define why Im not who you thought you liked
Its the breaking point, the crossed out, the fine lines we hide, the lies
Medicine, and crooked ties define why Im not who you thought you liked
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