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