Cold Blood by Birdpen
Cold Blood lyrics
Close down the shutters. Listen to the thunder. On old video cassette. Leave all this confusion. The wrong way�s always chosen. Same old face on the screen. Who say�s it�s good for your brain. Where is the ideal. Nothing warm to feel. Cold blood in our veins like operational cranes. Emergency call. Broadcast the downfall. We�ll turn the switch. Lights out. Goodbye. Cold blood. Cold blood in our veins. Nothing will remain.
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