Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
Blindside
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 at attack
Heart is frozen but it's ready to crack
Frostbite biting slow
Turning blood and veins cold
Ice with claws climbing
Onwards my veins