Rink Songtext
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Rink Songtext
I can tell you, it′ll bury you alive
And all you ever have to do is blink
There are cracks as you skate upon the lake
It's never quite as solid as you think
Well, I will tell you, it goes unnoticed as you skate
Oblivious to everything and all
It falls to pieces, this life′s not for the faint of heart
And you don't see the sun until you sink
When the meter rotation stops, and it will
We can all, as a species, then depart
While we guard little signs for control
Unable to manipulate even the simplest of invasive procedure
Unable to count backwards, a disillusioned mission statement
Written down on parchment paper
Swallowed whole, and washed down with gasoline
Burning holes in the lining of humanity's stomach
And any X-ray technician would be shocked at what they read
The signal will play itself out eventually
Of that, you can be certain
Tear it to pieces as you′re climbing to the top
Drag yourself along the frozen ridge
Gotta kick with everything you got
Just to get the fuck right out of this
Rebuild the pieces, it′s not for the faint of heart
It's intricate and delicate and frail
I can tell you, it can bury you alive
But all you really have to do is think
The name of the game, ladies and gentlemen, is to ultimately keep moving
Alas, we do sometimes find ourselves with the darkest of dispositions
While undertaking the most private of inquisitions
The game is filled with a volatile and confusingly unpredictable solution
That remains elusive even to ourselves
And all you ever have to do is blink
There are cracks as you skate upon the lake
It's never quite as solid as you think
Well, I will tell you, it goes unnoticed as you skate
Oblivious to everything and all
It falls to pieces, this life′s not for the faint of heart
And you don't see the sun until you sink
When the meter rotation stops, and it will
We can all, as a species, then depart
While we guard little signs for control
Unable to manipulate even the simplest of invasive procedure
Unable to count backwards, a disillusioned mission statement
Written down on parchment paper
Swallowed whole, and washed down with gasoline
Burning holes in the lining of humanity's stomach
And any X-ray technician would be shocked at what they read
The signal will play itself out eventually
Of that, you can be certain
Tear it to pieces as you′re climbing to the top
Drag yourself along the frozen ridge
Gotta kick with everything you got
Just to get the fuck right out of this
Rebuild the pieces, it′s not for the faint of heart
It's intricate and delicate and frail
I can tell you, it can bury you alive
But all you really have to do is think
The name of the game, ladies and gentlemen, is to ultimately keep moving
Alas, we do sometimes find ourselves with the darkest of dispositions
While undertaking the most private of inquisitions
The game is filled with a volatile and confusingly unpredictable solution
That remains elusive even to ourselves
Writer(s): Chris Osti, Hugh Dillon, Trent Carr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com