Текст песни Cold In Here

You leave stains on my windows.
You pick the locks on my doors.
This room's a place of silence.
This hall's a stage for whores.
I say black's not your color.
As you paint my face, you paint my face to the floor, to the floor!

It's cold in here, it's cold in here.
It's cold in here, it's cold in here…

Strange dancing in the corner.
Your rhythmic liberties.
I hide my stamp collection,
as you smash my glass figurines.
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It's cold in here, it's cold in here.
It's cold in here, it's cold in here…
It's cold in here, it's cold in here.
It's cold in here, it's cold in here…

Enter the heart, and plunge the heel through the chest.
The heart beats faster without frost on the edge.
Enter the heart, and bind the limbs to the bed.

It's cold in here, it's cold in here.
It's cold in here, it's cold in here…
It's cold in here, it's cold in here.
It's cold in here, it's cold in here…
It's cold in here, it's cold in here.
It's cold in here, it's cold in here…