Arrowhead کے بول

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?