Volumes - Finite lyrics

Now don’t go walking towards the
Light, life is only finite, finite
Yeah you know we love to play with
Fire, burning up the cold nights
Cold nights…yeah
In and out of breath I’m staring into death
Lay down with the liar
Chemical effect, we’re falling neck to neck
The page and the writer
Now don’t go walking towards the
Light, life is only finite, finite yeah
You know we love to play with
Fire, burning up the cold nights
Cold nights…yeahhh

Get back your words mean nothing to me
Maybe a relapse is what I need
Lost love, no coming back for me
Finite grip to your sanity
In and out of this stress
And make another mess, the things we desire
Running through my chest
The right lung and the left
No way to go higher
Now don’t go walking towards the
Light, life is only finite, finite yeah
You know we love to play with
Fire, burning up the cold nights
Cold nights…yeah
Get high and pretend like I’m just not here
Middle fingers to the sky, once you die
Hope you realize
Fucked up and pretend like I’m just not here
Middle fingers to the sky once you die
It’s a suicide
If all these dreams come pouring back to me
Don’t say I didn’t leave my mind
It’s all a dream, I’m standing on my feet
I said I wouldn’t miss your eyes

Now don’t go walking towards the
Light, life is only finite, finite yeah
You know we love to play with
Fire, burning up the cold nights
Cold nights…yeah
If all these dreams come pouring back to me
Don’t say I didn’t leave my mind
It’s all a dream, I’m standing on my feet
I said I wouldn’t miss your eyes