My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody morose and
old, drop into [bad word] dying
It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising
Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing

My foes - they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself

Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longer
Cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapness

My foes - they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself

My foes - they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself