Composure - Waxwane

Make sure the rope’s tight

'Cause I don’t like heights

And lookin' down makes me sick

I’ll force my butterflies to fly in formation

One false step and I know I’ll slip

I’m always tryin' to stay grounded without fallin' to my death

I’m always findin' a way 'round it, to safeguard the good in me that’s left

Well I promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint

This is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames

Live in the dark, give hell your soul to claim

Or let your body burn to light the way

Well I promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint

This is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames

Live in the dark, give hell your soul to claim

Or let your body burn to light the way

Make sure the rope’s tight

'Cause I don’t like heights

And lookin' down makes me sick

If my nerves don’t spark in sequence

I’ll just be thankful I worked on my grip

But if I fell, then I’d still sing

A raven’s still a songbird after you clip its wings

And when tempter sends or tempest brings my last moments

I’ll be falling free

Well I promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint

This is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames

Live in the dark, give hell your soul to claim

Or let your body burn to light the way

Well I promise there’s a price you pay to be a saint

This is a sinner’s world, so choose your flames

Live in the dark, give hell your soul to claim

Or let your body burn to light the way