The gloom has numbed me to the feeling of the cold.
The ice and snow has saturated everything I’ve touched and everyone I know.
I just want the feeling back.

There’s gotta be a deeper meaning to this winter in my soul, this crushing pain and nihilistic woe.
Frostbitten and drowned in sorrow,
Left for dead by my obsession with having no hope.
But I don’t shake like I used to.
I don’t shake like I used to but I feel the fucking weight.
It’s like a ghost that hovering over me, pale in the face.
Pale in the face, hollow in the eyes… it looks a lot like me, oh how I hate my life.

The gloom has numbed me to the feeling of the cold.
The ice and snow has saturated everything I’ve touched and everyone I know.
I just want the feeling back.

There’s gotta be a deeper meaning to this winter in my soul, this crushing pain and nihilistic woe.

Frostbitten and drowned in sorrow,
Left for dead by my obsession with having no hope.
There’s gotta be a deeper meaning to this winter in my soul, this crushing pain and nihilistic woe.

Mortal disposition to self-destruction, constructing delusions of life- I don’t think it’s worth living.
I’m having issues painting the image… I can’t do this on my own, I lack the seeds to let happiness grow and I’ve succumbed to the idea that we all die alone.
We all die alone and I’m struggling to cope.
I lack the seeds to let happiness grow and I’ve succumbed to the idea that we all die alone.

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