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