My hands are so cold,
Cause they're feeling so opposed,
My fingers wanna fly,
But my palms are sweating out.

I'm stuck to the wall,
Don't mind,
All the guts that are on the ice,
It holds me back from trying hard.

I don't even wanna try,
You're getting too close,
It's wreaking up this morose name,
You cannot service my young mind.

I'm stuck to the wall,
Don't mind,
All the guts that are on the ice,
It holds me back from trying hard.

Make it what you wish,
My eyes have turned to stone,
Alike all those dangerous times,
Meeting nothing in your way.