[ Featuring D'lyfa Reilly ]
I've been in the cold,
Just trying to find my place,
And now we're growing old,
Scary pace,
You lost me in the snow,
And I can't feel my face,
Now Hell is where I go,
And Murder is the case,
It's anything has taught me at all,
It's that I never get caught when I fall,
And if I can't walk then I'll crawl,
Like the Stark boy North of the wall,
Up a mountain in the North of Nepal,
Green boots and blue faces contorted and all,
Take my phone and shoelaces and talk to the wall,
Cos Murder's only seconds from a talk and a brawl,
And now it's fingerprints and chalk on the wall,
I've done things that'd shock and appal,
I find trouble like and a dog and ball,
So now they wanna keep me locked in a stall,
I've learnt lessons and forgotten them all,
So break me out and I aint stopping at all,
Cos I aint bothered at all,
You can grovel and pray,
They God giveth life, I just taketh away,
So now I'm sitting at the dock but it's not at the bay,
While they try and find the bodies that have rotten away,
There's no way,
I've been in the cold,
Just trying to find my place,
And now we're growing old,
Scary pace,
You lost me in the snow,
And I can't feel my face,
Now Hell is where I go,
And Murder is the case,
I don't know why I so, self destructive,
Hell's seductive,
Pillow talk to roll over and cold shoulder,
Hyperthermia, I think that I prefer with ya,
It wasn't like that earlier, I guess we're growing old,
I suppose we're getting cold, the petals froze upon the Rose,
I chose to walk a lonely road, Heaven knows, I so self destructive
Hell's seductive, tell them such is, life's a f*ckries,
Too much of a muchness, the look that I'm stuck with,
Shifting the gear for for something good in my clutches,
Eating from the bin of the Butchers,
That sold tripe, I'm alright, just ungrateful,
Tell the tale that's much fabled,
As long as my lungs able,
I run to the Sun, promised my Son from days old,
Stay in the snow and stay cold,
Unbalanced, unstable
