One step ahead, then convert it to reverse
I’m trying to navigate, these minefields and icebergs
Sticky twists and turns, causing burns
When your weaving this tricky wicker
It’s an intricate form of pressure
(Falsetto)
Another foot imprint, on mother earth
I feel like i’m in a maze, of barbed wire walls and dirt
Take the hurt and learn, your luck may turn
When your weaving this tricky wicker
and it just keeps getting thicker
It’s choking out my fingers
(Falsetto)