In the mirror his face's gone,
Lost in time, he'll be alright.
A man who use to be peaceful
turned to a man mean and hateful.

They say this winter will fall.
Some say "nature is dead!"
They're still believing a God
but who wanna go rot in hell?

Peace of mind asking for more knowledge.
We are blind by this world, keep your sight pressed.
Craving for power, pretty little liar game.
I'll hope that you stay a little bit sane.

So save your prays, watch fear control you.
Relax your body, baby, watch out!
Cause all you've done goes around, rightly,
but really care of how it comes around.

No matter what winter brings,
think about the shiny days.
So save your prays.
Soft hands, stonecold lips, frozen fingertips.
The price we pay for being unconscious
will drag us to the end.

Who wanna go rot in hell?