Epiclore
Epiclore - Cold lyrics
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Lying here in the cold crumbled and trampled over Blinding fear, a dismal life alone May it hurt, truth be told Uncertain, discontented Fears convert into pain When the world grows cold around you a sense of nothingness that ails your soul can turn into sorrow and despair Dreaming In the haze our mind blends into a state of unison is all we know a garden of Eden we can share when the world grows cold Hanging on to one hope I can repress no longer Waiting for a sign of some response Even though worlds apart may be meant to stay asunder Can't let go Have to try When the world grows cold around you a sense of nothingness that ails your soul can turn into sorrow and despair Dreaming In the haze our mind blends into a state of unison is all we know a garden of Eden we can share when the world grows cold