Fallen from the ice age
A cold mask speaks to me
Her beauty spoke so heinously
As she lied right through her teeth
Well she swept them of their feet
With a rope around their necks
Benumbed and esoteric
Her thoughts became phonetic
Still I couldn’t give a damn to take it back
Never, never get it solved
Well her eyes spoke in a quiver
As her gaze became so cold
Well it’s without a doubt
That when she opened her mouth
Everything went so cold
Now still I sit here incomplete
And my thoughts begin to crowd
Through this void; gelidly decoyed
Fulfillment of my heart is never found
Don’t bleed on me
If you’ve lost your composure
Just don’t bleed on me
The gall in your scream
An incessant scold, you
Just don’t bleed on me
Well it’s true to me
And you’ve lost your composure
Just don’t bleed on me
Vile conceit
And I’d do it just for you
Just don’t bleed on me
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