Wolves at my door pushing me to a point where I refuse to care.
I always had the clarity of this cold night air and i thought it was enough to get me through but everything I know offers nothing.
I thought it was enough to get me through but everything I know offers nothing to me.
Wish I was thinking straight when yesterday came and went but at least i'll always know i've done worse things to myself.
So I keep myself so fucking cold just so I don't have to feel a fucking thing.
Do it I just wont feel it, wolves at my door pushing me so far away.
Do it, i'll suffer my own fate, wolves at my door pushing me so far away.
Final shots of seasons end, what happened to you my friend?