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I
02:02
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Nothing is wrong, it’s just the way it is
Dead leaves, fall to my feet
Seasons will change, in front of our eyes
The wind in the trees, like sharpening knives
If I should leave, then don’t let me stay
There’s a chill in the air, I’ll only be in your way
How bitter the cold, and when will it end?
How will it feel, is this it?
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2. |
II
02:28
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Raising fists to raising hell
Slice the night do you mean it?
Long for knives with clean cut blades
Dream of hell when you aint seen it
When it comes down to it,
This is everything
I can play your game I can dig for gold,
This clay is heavy and its fucking cold
Cut free, wage war
Find out how weak you are
Alone? Could you live through the cold?
Or crush skulls to spray blood in the snow?
I walked past the house every day.
Black and white photograph, everything grey,
Vacant windows stare like dead eyes,
Begging to be smashed to feel more alive
The roof has caved, only a tarp to protect
Hung over beams like the skin of a dead snake
Across the bones, the few that remain
When we get old will we end up this way?
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3. |
III
01:14
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Dead leaves, dead eyes, bare trees, black ice
Cold snap, let go, wait for, no one
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