When the sun is gone it's surely not forgotten It's surely not forgotten by the likes of me. Though the leaves may die and a tree survives to blossom So why does this way of life want more from me So why does it have to hurt when it's...
So when the season comes to pray that God take Mother to her grave In an endless frigid bitter boiling sea. I know what kind of son hopes someone With a gun puts a bullet through her brain 'Cause I'm that bitch's bitter hateful seed That's me
Why does it have to hurt when it’s cold? Why does it have to hurt when it’s cold? Why does the skin burn off it's bones? Why does it have to hurt when it’s cold?
So then I started losing days around November And then I fold into the grey winter's coat 'Cause the things that hurt the worst that I remember They seem to only show their face when it is cold
And then I start to bleed Because it’s up to me And then I start to believe That I don't wanna be anymore
So why does it have to hurt when it’s cold? Why does it have to hurt when it’s cold? Why does the skin burn off it's bones? Why does it have to hurt when it’s home?
Why couldn't we stay in church like we were told? Why does it, why does it, why does it hurt when it’s cold?