I cut myself and still hurt
There is no Kingdom, Power, Glory
Lusting for knowledge of the cold
Grey pain still reminds
For those who freeze their lives behind Following the wrong god I have been
North is closing down on me Fever, the northern lights of soul
At high noon and here Keeps driving thoughts to the pole
Chilled neon blood in my mouth
The black clock makes tours of time
The fields of silence from my soul
As I spend my days between the stations North is of heart and mind
At high noon and here
North is closing down on me
My life frozen at zero.
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