Arrowhead - State Faults

From this desolate peak

I feel the tops of trees pointing back at me

Like a million teeth

Wishing the wind would come and swallow me

I’m cursed to spend this weary life

Throwing ghosts into forever

But they never disappear

They come to life in my sleep shivers

So I’ll crack my baby teeth on these platinum dreams

They’re falling down, we’re falling down

Its so cold I can see my breath, is there a second death?

Is there something I missed?

What have I become?

Am I far gone?

Its so cold and there’s nothing left, is there a second death?

Is it something I said?

What have I become?

Am I far gone?

Its my life staring back at me

Its this dirt stuck in my teeth

Its these machines hooked up to me

Is this life?

Are we alive?