Texty: Blindside. The Great Depression. This Is A Heart Attack.

Frost in the grass glitters
Dance in it barefoot for awhile
Until it hurts and I'll know it stings
Before turning numb, I guess you win and you lose some

We're at war
Realize this is a heart attack
One nation under attack, yeah
Heart is frozen but it's ready to crack, yeah

Frostbite biting slow
Turning blood and veins cold
Ice with claws climbing
Upwards my veins