Extra Life
Run Cold
Now that I've charmed you, I'm called upon to do my worstTo hustle these joys would ill fit how I dream youNot like the rest not humNot like the rest we're not fully humanRun cold, now I run cold(I knew this night would come)Scared to tear your hair of spun goldWhat could heat me would be foul, what it would do to youI choose no controlI touch them with the rubber gloves of a repeating dreamThey overstep their narrow roleAnd real flesh swells to threaten the body of fantasyIt must be frozen and cutRun cold, now I run cold(I knew this night would come)Scared to tear your hair of spun goldWhat could heat me would be foul, what it would do to youI choose no control
From Letras Mania