Coming in from the cold,
no regrets for my past before
Drying off from the wet,
cold sweet feeling the flem forming in my chest
Coming in from the cold,
walking with a panther shaking and trembling but not from fear,
the air is what has my fingers vibrating in thin air;
Coming in from the ice-age,
traveling lands searching for food following the animals ended up in the land of Babel,
entered the chapel and got slapped with the original Bible,
grabbed it and politely said thank you;
Coming in from the cold,
disease attempting to infiltrate my cipher,
but with my full armor of God on can't anything stick;
Coming in from the cold,
warming my body and purging my soul,
Screaming for forgiveness;
coming in from the cold…