My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody morose and old, drop into fruitless dying It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing
My foes - they can't destroy my body Colliding slow, like life itself
Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longer Cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapness
My foes - they can't destroy my body Colliding slow, like life itself
My foes - they can't destroy my body Colliding slow, like life itself