Cold - Before The Dawn

I refuse to play my role

In this badly written play

Cut my strings

And step down in silence

From the stage that gathered

The characters of my life

Became too small, became unwelcome

If you count my failures

A big blank wall

Will be filled with numbers

And the wall of my victories

Not a single trace

Like a soil covered in frozen rain

Again the winter has won

Descending snow and ice will burn

My skin pale as the landscape

Already cold