No lone-wolf talk - that's dead weight. Hand on the rope, hard fight. Sand, snow, smoke, rain: different maps, same pain.

Musical Details

BPM

145

Key

F

Camelot

F

ISRC

QT3FH2624325

Credits

ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax

Copyright & Legal

Ollifax Music

PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut

Lyrics

Yeah
Hold
Cold
Step
Hold the tether,
don't fold
Cold world,
stay cold
North Star,
road froze
Step slow,
don't fold
Hold the tether,
don't fold
Whiteout,
eyes closed
No face,
no trace
Step slow,
don't fold
I was raised
where the daylight dies
Black spruce cuttin' up
a white sky
Breath froze,
but the blood stayed live
Rope tied tight
when the wind went blind
No lone wolf talk,
that's dead weight
Storm don't care what
a man say
Steel toe print on
a frost bit road
If one man slips,
then the whole line breaks
Learned
that young in the
twenty four night
No fire,
no signal,
no soft light
Only thing between a grave
and home
Was a hand
on the rope
and a hard fight
I don't flex what
I never earned
I respect what the
cold world burned
Welders,
riggers,
loggers in the dark
Men
with scars
that the rich don't learn
Hold the tether,
don't fold
Cold world,
stay cold
North Star,
road froze
Step slow,
don't fold
Hold the tether,
don't fold
Whiteout,
eyes closed
No face,
no trace
Step slow,
don't fold
I been sand,
snow,
smoke,
rain
Different maps
but the same pain
Ukraine mud,
Afghan dust
Africa heat
with a cold aim
I don't talk,
I observe first
Every proud man got
a weak nerve
Every tyrant got
a clean suit
Every snake got
a sweet word
I seen power
make cowards bold
I seen law let
the rotten grow
So I walk
with a quiet code
Justice comes
when the trail goes cold
No dealer crown,
that's a weak throne
Lazy man game
with a cheap soul
Poison hands tryna
tax the poor
I don't bow to
a fool's gold
No address,
no online ghost
No bright chain,
no loud post
Just a metronome step in
the dead of night
And a North Star burned
in a frostbit coat
What
if I turn
into what I hunt.
What
if the cold got too
deep in my blood.
What
if the rope on
my wrist goes black.
What
if the man in
the storm looks back.
I hold the line
but the line holds me
I keep my word
but it don't come free
I hate the crown,
but I know that blade
Can make a king out
of what I hate
Hold the tether,
don't fold
Cold world,
stay cold
North Star,
road froze
Step slow,
don't fold
Hold the tether,
don't fold
Whiteout,
eyes closed
No face,
no trace
Step slow,
don't fold
Hold the tether,
don't fold
Cold world,
stay cold
North Star,
road froze
Step slow,
don't fold
Tie the rope
Watch the snow
North Star gone
Still we know
Hold
Cold
Step slow

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