Static-X Cold ^минус

We kiss the stars.
We writhe.
We are your main desire, your flesh.
We are cold, we're so cold.
We are so cold, we're so cold.
[x2]

Your mouth, these words, silence.
It turns on me.
We laugh.
My head falls back.

Cold, we're so cold.
We are so cold, we're so cold.
[x4]