Winter Act 2

(альбом: Year Of The Dark Horse - 2022)

With winter comes the change
And she's always right on time
The trouble's all the same
How it echoes in my mind
Repeating the words of doubt and shame and fear
Hoping I have enough to make it through the year

It's like a stick-up in my brain
Punch drunk and paralyzed
Maybe I need the pain
There's some truth inside these lies
Reaching, but I can't hold the cold hands of time
Too many curious questions that I'll never find

Maybe I don't care, maybe I can't care no more
Maybe I don't feel, maybe I can't feel no more
Oh mother hold me, squeeze me tight
Say you love me, tell me it will be all right

But mom is much too far away
I have to hold myself this time
Well this bleak and slow decay
It's my sentence and my crime

Get your shit together, and leave the cold behind
You ain't living when you're staring at the finish line
Well maybe I don't care, maybe I can't care no more