Cold

Oh oh oh oh

I refuse to play my role in this badly written play

Cut my strings and step down in silence

From the stage that gathered the characters of my life

Became too small became unwelcome

From the stage that gathered the characters of my life

Became too small became unwelcome

Oh oh oh oh

If you count my failures

A big blank wall will be filled with numbers

And the wall of my victories not a single trace

Like a soil covered in frozen rain

Again the winter has won

Descending snow and ice will burn

My skin pale as the landscape already cold