Avalanche - ASG

All the gods are crazy, can’t you see?

Like the firelight that builds in me.

Temper is the town, I sank my feet.

Grinding, churning endlessly.

Solar-eclipse the day.

Mind-beam narcotic state.

So far it looks the same.

High speed into the grave.

Avalanche, surprise me when you fall.

Terror, ride along this shooting star.

I see earth reflections staring tall.

Highlights of the world I left you on.

Solar-eclipse the day.

Mind-beam narcotic state.

So far it looks the same.

High speed into the grave.

Started cold, twin-sight rhyme.

Midnight lung, wave they walk.

Tremble tired, empty signs.

Sore eyes tight, more rain.

All the gods are crazy, can’t you see?