This canyon around me; the cold walls of ice
Restricting my vision; restricting my sight
It leads down the path to nothing; no sweat
But I’ll climb up past these sides; there’s better things -yeah
Gripping the holds; gonna be a long climb up
Gonna make it to the top; I will not give up
Pulling up; fight the force dragging me down
I will not stay here; I will not be bound
The melting ice drips down in my eyes
The slippery surface built with lies
Maintain the grasp and start to ascend
Leave the safe path to reach the end
Out of the canyon; the space as big as
The endless ocean; the stars my soul will pass
Motion around here; the smooth and flowing mass
I stretch my arms out; to take this, take this
Begin to fade, begin to sway; begin to melt the disarray
Light the fuse to make it burn; explode it all they have not earned
Ride with me to take a chance; feel the rhythm, learn the dance
Missed the chance to heal and fly; I run and jump, I yell and…
The canyon falls in; the walls hold no more
The ones that lived there; spread their wings and soar
Above the wreckage; I find the end is here
What I’ve reached for; I find it lying here
Combining crooned murder ballads with raw, angsty hard rock hooks, Melbourne's The Ugly Kings are a wrecking crew well worth watching. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 15, 2021