| The Winter is killer, causing my blood to run cold
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| Just like the icicles I can feel crystallize in my soul
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| I find the numbness a comfort because it’s all that I know
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| If one description could fit me, it’d be abominable
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| When I lost my fire, the fever to follow was awfully fierce
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| Freezing my arctic heart in an armored locker, not even arson could pierce
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| I got a disease, operating like a machine, but forgot — for what was I geared?
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| I became a robot when the cold dropped Sub-Zero, arteries shot full of serum,
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| as I’m
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| Tossed into the ring, not one applaud or a cheer
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| Probably cause no audience wanted to watch me faced off with a mirror
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| I had to weaponize Edward Hyde whenever my Doctor Jekyll would not volunteer
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| Putting me on both sides of the conflict, either way, all of us profit tears
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| Not every hero keeps so clean-cut, no cap — I’m better off with a beard
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| Stark is the contrast in between us, here comes a trigger warning — cover your
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| ears
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| Lookin' like a storm on the forecast, not sure that’s really what I wanted to
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| hear
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| With a Civil War on my doorstep, it’s a little late for any Paul to Revere,
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| hollerin'
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| Winter isn’t coming, Winter is already here
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| The weather from which I’ve been running is nigh, the sky no longer so clear
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| My past caught up with me, knocked me off of the wagon onto my rear
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| How can I trust the function of my compass when it was corrupted with fear?
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| What have I lost? |
| Nothing but years, what did it cost? |
| All that was dear
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| Which I thought would’ve thawed my conscience, it did not — it just disappeared
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| Like a wolf running from his hunger, when another more cunning, hunter is near
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| Cause a bark and a bite will not win a fight if you’re not holdin' onto a spear
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| Which one am I becomin'?
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| I caught the cold, because
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| The Winter’s been so long, I got no spark left in my lighter
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| Now I feel nothing, but I need something to guide me back to the fire
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| Cause if a man can’t change his stars, he can, damn sure, change his stripes
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| When nightfall paints the world all black and white, bring the fire back to life
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| Sleeper agent reawaken when his peaceful dream is shaken
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| Free of reason, fleeting patience, seething anger feeding hatred
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| Seekin' to find the wrong in the right, «sweepin' the leg is part of the fight»
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| I’ve become a hostage of the monster inside me, I’m just along for the ride
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| Thought I was dead? |
| Forgotten behind? |
| Fallen, left in the gutter to die?
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| Dropped my guard and I got disarmed, southpaw now, but I’ll knock out your
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| lights
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| Take off my face, put on a disguise, I don’t wear capes, I’m wanted for crimes
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| You do this all day? |
| I run it all night, gone is the Winter, but not in my mind
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| Split in half, which half is talking? |
| I could be set off any second — watch it
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| Shatter your defenses, shed that shield you brought, or get sent back home on it
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| Matters not if I happen to want it, I’m on this path and I have to walk it
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| Navigating while divided pilots fight to drive my mental cockpit
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| It’s an unholy road ahead, but I’m already damned, I’ve broken bread
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| With both of the devils on my shoulders growing heavy with the sins I won’t
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| confess
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| So sever regret — it’s said and done, but remember to dread, what’s yet to come
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| Forever the steps I take will set the pace that my amends are meant to run
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| Better protect your wings, I was left with none, when I flew too high,
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| and they met the sun
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| Fell from Cloud Nine into Hell’s Ninth Circle, a permanent resident I’ve become
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| Another one of them fallen angels, all of our halos broken
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| We share despair, spare your prayers, god ain’t savin' no one
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| The soulless soldier has only been shown the coldest shoulders
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| I’ll go unthanked for my service, I’m takin' no more orders
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| Had enough of playin' dead, now rover’s sick of rollin' over
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| Still some tricks to be taught, even if the god is older
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| The Winter’s been so long, I got no spark left in my lighter
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| Now I feel nothing, but I need something to guide me back to the fire
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| Cause if a man can’t change his stars, he can, damn sure, change his stripes
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| When nightfall paints the world all black and white, bring the fire back to life
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| Two wolves are battling inside us all
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| So who will answer when the wild calls?
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| The one you feed won’t need a fire while
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| The one denied is hungrier, becoming a survivor
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| Crying fuck it all — wanna see my dirty laundry aired out?
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| Nothing left to hide, might as well let my hair down
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| The match is set, yet there’s nothing to strike
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| I guess the past is all I got left to light
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| The Winter’s been so long, I got no spark left in my lighter
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| Now I feel nothing, but I need something to guide me back to the fire
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| Cause if a man can’t change his stars, he can, damn sure, change his stripes
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| When nightfall paints the world all black and white, bring the fire back to life |