Lyrics
Count them as they bury you alive, this season has left us all helpless
Your car might be a coffin, better do whatever it demands, one nine seven seven
This season is going to kill us all, your fingers are turning black, the sky is gonna crush you
This season has left us all helpless, the sky is gonna crush you Crisis, but the weather s not gonna let him
the sky is gonna crush you
There s nothing that you can do, pretty soon he s gonna need a fix
And deaf to all your prayers, one nine seven seven
One nine seven seven, and there s no sign of hope, the sky is gonna crush you
one nine seven seven
one nine seven seven
but the weather s not gonna let him
Catch the snowflakes little children, but the weather s not gonna let him
you re never gonna see the summer
you better try to make it home
You re never gonna see the summer, one nine seven seven
Long and hard, there s nothing that you can do, we ve got a crisis on our hands
The sky is gonna crush you, one nine seven seven, the junkie is stuck indoors
One nine seven seven, this town is going under, you better try to make it home
One nine seven seven, the snow s getting too deep to drive, weighing on our frostbitten hands
count them as they choke the road ways
One nine seven seven, this season has left us all helpless, the sky is gonna crush you
he s starting to get the itch
there s nothing that you can do
Long and hard, the junkie is stuck indoors
The season s holding us all hostage, the sky is gonna crush you Crisis, there s nothing that you can do
The sky is going to crush you, one nine seven seven Crisis, we ve got a crisis on our hands
your fingers are turning black
Your car might be a coffin, the sky is gonna crush you
One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven, one nine seven seven
one nine seven seven
we ve got a crisis on our hands
We ve got a crisis on our hands, this season s growing cold, catch the snowflakes little children
catch the snowflakes little children
The sky is gonna crush you, weighing on our frostbitten hands Crisis, the sky is gonna crush you
and there s no sign of hope
The sky is going to crush you, the temperature s through the floor, a blizzard s coming in the year punk died
One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven, the sky is going to crush you
But the weather s not gonna let him, catch the snowflakes little children
weighing on our frostbitten hands
One nine seven seven, one nine seven seven Crisis, nature knows that we ve got a crisis
The sky is going to crush you, count them as they choke the road ways, i can t see and even god is blind
we ve got a crisis on our hands
weighing on our frostbitten hands