the cold sends shivers down my spine
and my eyes are burning in their sockets.

this fever is taking hold of me
it\'s slowly tearing me apart.
it\'s gotten hold of my nervous system,
it\'s breaking it down,
making me shake.

my senses are slowly unwinding
failing steadily.
my eyes decieve me
and my hands lose grip of what i know is real.
the voices i hear seem far off and distant,
the things i feel aren\'t the things i should.
the waves of cold hit me like bullets from a machinegun
and make holes in my soul.

when will the aching stop?
when will the lier desist?
when will the truth arise?
when will I be free?

The cold sends shivers down my spine
and my eyes are burning in their sockets.