Three Nights of Drunk Winter

I used to be an example of Half committing every time that I miss a mark Fleeing the scene knowing that the perpetator'll never be caught But now the crow is placing me in front of the car Waiting to devour me when I lose my shards I'm cracking under pressure of the tires that are screeching off Three freezing nights I won't mask it I laugh at the pines They make the casket So why do I judge the debate I don't want to contemplate The chicken or the egg There is still nothing on my goddamn plate So I can't feed my good wolf It's already starving and freezing A cadaver buried under the snow Three freezing nights I won't mask it I laugh at the pines They made the casket I swallowed all the quicksand I get the sinking feeling I'll pry myself wide open But there's nothing worth stealing