(Music, Lyrics, Guitar - Dan Bach) (Vocals - Chase Breedlove) We're buckling under leaden skies, sequestered where only cold survives. Father, should I feel blessed for 18 days without a death? (Bridge:) Death is the calming touch of summer's final rain; in this maelstrom, we've been soaking wet for days. The mountain peaks that drew us nigh have locked us in this icy sky. Mother, will I be next, after 18 days without a death? In this frozen ground,

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