Lyrics Smokedance - Silver Snakes

Smokedance

I had an urge to play for blood
I had to see what you were running from
On and on we craved attention
(Comatose: still paying the price)
Holding on to every lesson
Holding on tight to every lie
When every single coal you lay down at the start of…
…the path to self control is lined in disarray
Light 'em up to find your weapon
Old enough to drink the blood
And fucked enough to taste the difference
Cold enough to keep the smoke inside
Between the loss of light and fall
The subtle differences collapse
They call it nerve, venial sin
To push your demons down again, again, again, again
When every single coal you lay down at the start of…
…the path to self control is lined in disarray
When you learn to take it
On and on I’ll let you win
When you learn to fake it
Holding on to sear your skin
When every single coal you lay down at the start of…
…the path to self control is lined in disarray
When you learn to take it
On and on I’ll let you win
When you learn to fake it
Holding on to sear your skin