Look at you again the rush and the cut down
another notch aother another scotch another shutdown
What does it look like through such a cold eye
What can it fee like to be such a cold guy
To be stone cold
I name the dark mind
in your hand you hold
and the method of your cold mind
Some come out of the cold
but all leave you behind
Look at you again the bloody minded wait
they must have raised you on a cold estate
and what's running in your veins I don't want to know
But I'm pretty sure it's bitter and cold as new snow
Because you're stone cold...
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