Born Cold

Dry heat licks and dies
over your bloody ties
Light hits your sore eyes
and your vision dies

From the first moment of your time
from the beginning until the end
There was nothing more than this crime
your dead heart in your own hand

Hell has frozen and made its way
into your soul, blind and led astray
Heaven was shut for you and faded away
leaving a playground for your dismay

From the first step until the last
the shadows of life were haunting you
From the future and into the past
your misty shadow was daunting you

Look into the mirror and try to realize
your cold blood never ever dies
like all those warm, comfortable lies
reflected within your cruel eyes

And you run and run from the truth
and you hide in pain and in joy
Born cold, born unable to choose
and you fake love, hate and destroy