Cold, this cold
The cannon aims tonight
Shadows contest the light
Break all the glass
Help raise fire, tribulations
Noises turned loud flooding out
Inspiration
Wait, can't it be a little cold?
What kind of feeling brings the night?
Utterly inconsistent flows
Spare solar time
Barely living for my last chance
Here's my lecture to you
Save all the healings for your last stage
or this is how things become
Embrace the living while you can stand
Bring up the bravest you got
Remember me in every footstep
there are still plenty to go
Makeup your eyes
to disguise, pure intentions
Walls built to give the cover
Isolation
Way to gain consciousness
Way of flipping out
Cold, this cold
Recall your eyes again
Barely living for my last chance
Here's my lecture to you
Save all the healings for your last stage
or this is how things become
Embrace the living while you can stand
Bring up the bravest you got
Remember me in every footstep
there are still plenty to go
Cold, this cold
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