Ice-cold wind pull over this country I
find myself alone in the amount of enemies
trying to find the strength
in rhythm and in the instruments beat that is running, and
behold my pen that refuse to write down the words
that are left inside of me
I begin to sweat become confused
forget what i should write
tears flows the panic runs hello wild game
I know that she begin to take lead with another man
what a delicious girl
nightmare that im stuck between
one in a fairy tale and the other in hell
i turn a blind eye and count down to 3
waiting for a better day
later on a red sun rise which has been lost
past i want to forget
which i can't do anything about
just follow with