Black Snow - Adam Watts

I can’t tell if I’m feeling right

Checked my pulse and my blood is running cold

It’s cold

I made friends with my demons

Went to war with reason

I guess I sold my soul

I can take it but it’s cold

Black snow

When it falls on me

It cuts straight through me

And it’s really getting old

Black snow

When it falls on me

It cuts straight through me

Black snow

Black snow

Found out where I fit this time

Fond dawn in the dying light

So low

New lows

No rest for my wicked side

No faith and the whole man dies

That’s all she wrote