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February is cold

I hear your voice in the dark

The bright spark, my mind reflected

Voice through the walls joints

Your words keep calling again

Calling for my attention

See what you see

Releasing silence again

Greasy mouths breathing freely

Hail the injustice

Monday fog creeping your way

The dark hand looming over

Feel what you feel

Mourning

Never will I forget

Nomad

Soaring land of the dead

Living your life like a million dreams

Nobody knows what it really means

Now you’re gone, now you’re gone

Mourning

Never will I forget

Nomad

Soaring land of the dead

Making the same simple human mistakes

Paying away triple price that it takes

Now you’re gone, now you’re gone

Your star shining bright

Lighting our way through the night

Now you’re running away

Driving slippery road

I’ll wear this ring now

And will never take off

February is cold