Cold Skin - Blitzkid

Never got a chance to say to you

all the ways I ever cared for you.

But now you’re gone and locked inside this tomb

You’re sealed away in fate’s cold and concrete womb.

I want to stay here forever.

(though your presence, it cuts like a knife)

I want to wrap my arm’s around you

(though your cold skin, it grows cold as ice)

Peaceful one

Laid in peaceful repose.

Those eyes held skies

The highest that I’ve known.

Your arms do fold so silent 'cross your chest.

Give you my life until I catch up with your death.

And it cuts like a knife.

cuts like a knife.

cuts like a knife

cuts like a knife.