Petals In The Grass
Cold To The Touch
Far passed disabled
I need no crutch
My lips are blue
I'm cold to the touch
A body in ruins
A destructive life
Dissect me good
With your knife
The coroners findings?
A diseased mind
Into the cooler
I am confined
No loved ones
Or next of kin
No one to claim
My rotting skin
The writing on the wall
Didn't mean much
Now my lips are blue
I'm cold to the touch
I need no crutch
My lips are blue
I'm cold to the touch
A body in ruins
A destructive life
Dissect me good
With your knife
The coroners findings?
A diseased mind
Into the cooler
I am confined
No loved ones
Or next of kin
No one to claim
My rotting skin
The writing on the wall
Didn't mean much
Now my lips are blue
I'm cold to the touch
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Cold To The Touch
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