I cut myself and still hurt Grey pain still reminds There is no Kingdom, Power, Glory For those who freeze their lives behind
Following the wrong god I have been Lusting for knowledge of the cold
North is closing down on me At high noon and here
Fever, the northern lights of soul Keeps driving thoughts to the pole The fields of silence from my soul Chilled neon blood in my mouth The black clock makes tours of time As I spend my days between the stations
North is closing down on me At high noon and here North is of heart and mind My life frozen at zero