I'm looking through the crowds and I don't know how I am allowed
To exist in this make believe.
Plastic faces that look at me.
I am cold and inflicted, with the way that you talk to me.
I am cold and addicted, to the way that I swim the sea.

Come with me.
The pain, will hold.
I don't deserve, the rain.
For I am cold.

Listen here, I can make my way and disappear.
Falling down, can you wake me from this misery.

Come with me, the pain will hold your hand.
I don't deserve the rain, for I am cold.
For all see is, prism descent!

Blackened sun, the coldness breaks inwards.
I feel like I am closer to, the after life than mine!

Come with me, the pain will hold your hand.
I don't deserve the rain, for I am cold.