- If you caught pneumonia and died I really can't stay - Get over that old out Ahh, but it's cold outside Baby it's cold outside Brr its cold... It's cold
implied - If you caught pneumonia and died I really can't stay - Get over that old out Ahh, but it's cold outside Baby it's cold outside Brr its cold... It's cold
on one Low on the totem till he showed 'em Defiance, giant scrotum He don't owe them bitches shit His bridges, he out grow'd em He's so out cold he's
Born Into Great Prosperity A Bastard Child With Lustful Enmity Cast A Shadow Upon Its Feet Deluded Into Everything It Doesnt Need The Aging Process Takes
we must always strive forward on the brightest path i recall your name. yet the shadows settles in for the very first time. hands are shaking cold. heartbeats
I'm thinking that it's time to get out My patients are fading fast The mind bruises just a little bit easier Dark times and shadows cast What are you
cold My destination always unknown, I'll find my way there but goddamn motherfuckers always wasting my time I won't be the victim, but the first to cast
WHICH TECHNOLOGY TRIUMPHS OVER PASSION, AND 'SERVING' COMPUTERS WILL GRADYALLY GAIN CONTROL OVER MANKIND. [AYREON:] I see a future cold as ice where
:] In their world we will be free [Bob Catley:] With our minds we'll shape their fate [Steve Lee:] Now the die is cast, the first step taken A glimmer
hatred, weird retch My god has set you on fire The day and the darkness light your way When we reached this final dusk Then bring me fire and insanity The cold
a leech to be abhorred And thou shalt suffer my burning will"... Quoth this raven:"nevermore" Never fucking more And with these words like heavy stone Cast
ever letting go I knew you'd gone astray Stranded here in this cold atmosphere. Waiting for the lifeless words to come from your mouth Enduring every sound This is not why the cast
remember Tomorrow, still a hope I've yet to endure I'm out of time, I'm out of rhyme, I'm out of reason Season's change and leave me out in the cold,
remember Tomorrow, still a hope I’ve yet to endure I’m out of time I’m out of rhyme I’m out of reason Season’s change and leave me out in the cold The
thing I can promise ya' It half-cracked with cold shards of glass Ritualistic annihilators that murder your cast The future of the past, that last
, mr mac, mr nally Mr run, mr man, you got the knack for the rally And run. I had a chance to visit the north pole but it was way too cold to smoke
