I think its got you by the tounge
Quick run and get your gun
And shoot the sky to spite the stars
Bang bang bang bang
Your aim is off its rocker
A trail of shells tell the truth
Destruction of construction,
You've sank the ship that brings you home
You'll grab a snake around its neck in hopes You wont get bit
Yet now its staring you in the face spitting venomous mistakes
One more line, we'll call it a night
I think it's got you by the tounge
Quick run and get your gun
And shoot the sky to spite the stars
Bang bang bang bang
Your aim is off its rocker
A trail of shells tell the truth
You've grabbed a snake by its neck in hopes You won't get bit
Now it's staring you in the face
And you smell of regret
One more line we'll call it a night
You're posed in white, fading to grey
Remembering, our yesterday
Forget the slopes