As the summer turns cold.
The life in me is getting old.
And another story shall be told.
Fallen like angels with disease.
Soon the the summer will freeze.
Hold on summer, just one more day please.
I feel death brush over us like a sad decay.
And it's sad knowing this is my final day.
So get the hell out of my way.
Because I wont let this cold summer get me down.
This suicidal smile is my killing frown.
I am king of this where's my crown?
Summer of death, summer of deceased.
My anger and sadness slowly increase.
Come and rid of this horrible disease.