Lyrics Higher - Venemy, Jem Strickland

Higher

The air is tight, enough to break your lungs, like shards of glass…
This mud and ice cracks your bones when you slip away
Gotta keep on goin, keep on goin, somehow…
It’s Hell, the rest is almost over
Impale, the wind is getting stronger
Go climb up the mountain
Much higher, come higher, higher!
Oh, oh woah…
Time to realize, that there’s no turning round
This is the fight that you’ve been waiting for
It’s Hell, the rest is almost over
Impale, the wind is getting stronger
Go climb up the mountain
Much higher, come higher, higher!