Smokedance - Silver Snakes

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