Crisis — Alexisonfire

YEAH!

This town is going under.

The temperature is through the floor Your fingers are turning black There’s a crisis knocking at your door

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You better try to make it home The snow is getting too deep to drive Your car might be your coffin

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You’re never gonna see the summer, This season is coming, long and hard.

This town is going under This season is going to kill us all. Count the snowflakes little children Count them as they bury you alive Count them as they bury the road ways A blizzard's coming in the year punk died

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This season’s left us all helpless I can’t see and even god is blind And deaf to all your friends

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There’s nothing that you can’t do This weather will never let us through The sky is going to crush you

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This season’s growing cold I fear that this could be the end There’s no sign of hope We’ve got a crisis on our hands.

The junkie is trapped indoors pretty soon he’s gonna need a fix but the weather’s not gonna let him And he's starting to get the itch

The season’s holding us all hostage Better do whatever it demands We should know that we’ve got a crisis Weighing on our frostbitten hands

(One)

There’s nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you.

(Nine)

There’s nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you.

(Seven)

There’s nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you.

(Seven)

There’s nothing that you can do The sky is gonna crush you.

This season’s growing cold I fear that this could be the end And there’s no sign of hope We’ve got a crisis on our hands