...It’s the same old story, each and every time it comes
...Theres no cure so don’t you worry, you couldn’t stop its dawn
...A heart just shattered, tears on the floor
...Unceremonial, unflattered,  simply washed  from the shore

...Cold and distant like the winter, its not your master or your judge
...Indifferent and unpleasant like a splinter, it will make you budge
...Accept it or deny it, it will come for you too
...Altho you wont be there to see it, when its done and through

...so die when you must, and live while you still can
...because when you are dust, no amount of praying will save you than
...you never know, when the day will be here
... so be happy while you can, and dont give up to fear

...Cold and distant like the winter, its not your master or your judge
...Indifferent and unpleasant like a splinter, it will make you budge
...Accept it or deny it, it will come for you too
...Altho you wont be there to see it, when its done and through

...and no amount  of power, strength, praying, or wrath
...is gonna get you back from the cold grip of death

...Cold and distant like the winter, its not your master or your judge
...Indifferent and unpleasant like a splinter, it will make you budge
...Accept it or deny it, it will come for you too
...Altho you wont be there to see it, when its done and through