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