| Song | Crisis |
| Artist | Alexisonfire |
| Album | Crisis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| YeahThis town is goin' under | |
| The temperature's through the floor | |
| Your fingers are turnin' black | |
| There’s a crisis knockin' at your door | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| You had better try to make it home | |
| The snow is gettin' too deep to drive | |
| Your car might be your coffin | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| We’re never gonna see the summer | |
| This season is comin' long and hard | |
| Yeah, this town is goin' under | |
| This season's goin' to kill us all | |
| Catch the snowflakes little children | |
| Count them as they bury you alive | |
| Count them as they choke the road ways | |
| A blizzard's comin' in the year punk died | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| This season has left us all helpless | |
| I can't see and even | |
| God is blind | |
| And deaf to all your prayers | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| There’s nothin' that you can do | |
| This weathers stronger than us all | |
| The sky is goin' to crush you | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| This season’s growin' cold | |
| I fear that this could be the end | |
| And there’s no sign of hope | |
| We’ve got a crisis on our hands | |
| The junkie is trapped indoors | |
| Pretty soon, he’s gonna need a fix | |
| But the weather’s not gonna let him | |
| He's startin' to get the itch | |
| The season’s holdin' us all hostage | |
| Better do whatever it demands | |
| Nature knows that we've got a crisis | |
| Weighin' on our frost bitten hands(One) | |
| There’s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you(Nine) | |
| There’s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you(Seven) | |
| There’s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you(Seven) | |
| There’s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you | |
| This season’s growin' cold | |
| I fear that this could be the end | |
| And there’s no sign of hope | |
| We’ve got a crisis on our hands |
| YeahThis town is goin' under | |
| The temperature' s through the floor | |
| Your fingers are turnin' black | |
| There' s a crisis knockin' at your door | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| You had better try to make it home | |
| The snow is gettin' too deep to drive | |
| Your car might be your coffin | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| We' re never gonna see the summer | |
| This season is comin' long and hard | |
| Yeah, this town is goin' under | |
| This season' s goin' to kill us all | |
| Catch the snowflakes little children | |
| Count them as they bury you alive | |
| Count them as they choke the road ways | |
| A blizzard' s comin' in the year punk died | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| This season has left us all helpless | |
| I can' t see and even | |
| God is blind | |
| And deaf to all your prayers | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| There' s nothin' that you can do | |
| This weathers stronger than us all | |
| The sky is goin' to crush you | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| This season' s growin' cold | |
| I fear that this could be the end | |
| And there' s no sign of hope | |
| We' ve got a crisis on our hands | |
| The junkie is trapped indoors | |
| Pretty soon, he' s gonna need a fix | |
| But the weather' s not gonna let him | |
| He' s startin' to get the itch | |
| The season' s holdin' us all hostage | |
| Better do whatever it demands | |
| Nature knows that we' ve got a crisis | |
| Weighin' on our frost bitten hands One | |
| There' s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you Nine | |
| There' s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you Seven | |
| There' s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you Seven | |
| There' s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you | |
| This season' s growin' cold | |
| I fear that this could be the end | |
| And there' s no sign of hope | |
| We' ve got a crisis on our hands |
| YeahThis town is goin' under | |
| The temperature' s through the floor | |
| Your fingers are turnin' black | |
| There' s a crisis knockin' at your door | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| You had better try to make it home | |
| The snow is gettin' too deep to drive | |
| Your car might be your coffin | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| We' re never gonna see the summer | |
| This season is comin' long and hard | |
| Yeah, this town is goin' under | |
| This season' s goin' to kill us all | |
| Catch the snowflakes little children | |
| Count them as they bury you alive | |
| Count them as they choke the road ways | |
| A blizzard' s comin' in the year punk died | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| This season has left us all helpless | |
| I can' t see and even | |
| God is blind | |
| And deaf to all your prayers | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| There' s nothin' that you can do | |
| This weathers stronger than us all | |
| The sky is goin' to crush you | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| One nine seven seven | |
| This season' s growin' cold | |
| I fear that this could be the end | |
| And there' s no sign of hope | |
| We' ve got a crisis on our hands | |
| The junkie is trapped indoors | |
| Pretty soon, he' s gonna need a fix | |
| But the weather' s not gonna let him | |
| He' s startin' to get the itch | |
| The season' s holdin' us all hostage | |
| Better do whatever it demands | |
| Nature knows that we' ve got a crisis | |
| Weighin' on our frost bitten hands One | |
| There' s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you Nine | |
| There' s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you Seven | |
| There' s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you Seven | |
| There' s nothin' that you can do | |
| The sky is gonna crush you | |
| This season' s growin' cold | |
| I fear that this could be the end | |
| And there' s no sign of hope | |
| We' ve got a crisis on our hands |