Crooked Finger by Beerjacket Lyrics

Without reasonable doubt, the winter never goes without
It's a harder fight to win than the one you’ve been boxed in
And though no-one really knows, surely nothing only grows in vain

'Cause it's silent where lives are at rest
It’s a side effect of death
And the trials test your reflexes
Fill your lungs with breath

Within reach of hands to hold the winter cannot seem so cold
It's a hard blow to begin then you grow a thicker skin
And though no-one works it out surely nothing just amounts to pain

'Cause it's silent where lives are at rest
It's a side effect of death
And the trials test your reflexes
Fill your lungs with breath

You should take a hammer
To both knees just to be sure
You would even feel the difference
If they couldn't find a cure
Before you point a crooked finger
Pull the trigger on your life
You should calculate the distance
That you've travelled from your mind