10's - Early Mix

My skin is cold
Transfusion with somebody
Morose and old
Drop into fruitless 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...

(Solo)

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.