Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freezer Burnt , by - Broken Hope. Song from the album Repulsive Conception, in the genre Release date: 03.04.1995
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Freezer Burnt |
| Intensly gelid, shivering uncontrollably in a frozen hell |
| As the meatlocker cold chills me to the core |
| Locked inside an icy room, among rows of hanging meat |
| Beef slabs on chrome metal hooks offer no warmth at all |
| My gooseflesh skin begins to cake with frost |
| Inhaling algid thinning air into my icy lungs |
| I scream for help, my breath turns to snow |
| No one hears me in these soundproof surroundings |
| As I pound my hands against glacial steel walls |
| My palm flesh instantly sticks to the frozen metal |
| The extreme freeze bonds me into the wall |
| I pull away, tearing off my skin in gruesome, panging strips |
| Now scorching, bloody pain in joined with the cold |
| This hurtful infridgate situation becomes inhumanly unbearable |
| I long for heat in any type of form |
| For flames I would give my soul |
| To be free of this frozen doom |
| It is my only concern, my wish, my hope |
| The deadly cold encloses and shrouds |
| As my desperate cries go unheard — go unheard |
| Fingers, toes, and limbs become rigidly numb |
| My blood slows to a cool, congealed flow |
| Inside this giant ice-chest, the cold nips and bites |
| The inclement conditions are no less than arctic |
| My entire body involuntarily curls as frostbite consumes |
| Frosty clumps of hair fall out and shatter to the floor |
| My scalp and face crack from the sub-arctic cold |
| Countless pieces of flesh brake off like broken eggshells |
| A plunging cold so brutal it actually burns |
| My lips, nose, and ears crackle, snap and bust |
| The digits on my hand — frozen |
| Skin turns dark blue |
| And purple as blood vessels chill |
| I bang my wintered arms together to induce circulation |
| My efforts split and fracture my frosted flesh, frozen into frigid claws |
| Blood streams from the cuts immediately turning to crimson rime |
| The lacerations become frozen gashes of red ice |
| This rigor winter atmosphere seeps deep into my being |
| The cruel freeze cuts to the nucleous of my corpus |
| My body temperature has dropped at an alarming rate |
| There is no doubt that this locker is my sepulcher |
| My skin continues to split and cleft across my coiled anatomy |
| Internal fluids iced, my organs in stiffed horripilation |
| Jaws are frozen shut, my teeth cease their shatter |
| A brainfreeze will be the chilling coup de grace |
| Desensitivity, I cannot feel any portion of my benumbed carcass |
| Immobilized, I cannot move any body part |
| As I lay on my back, the cranreuch overwhelms |
| My eyeballs freeze over into icicle orbs |
| Entwined in the clutches of a deep polar grasp |
| I will never leave to see myself thaw |
| These severly boreal circumstances will take my life |
| Only to leave a frost preserved body — freezerburnt |