Besedila: Anias. The Youthful Preface To A Revolutionary Chapter. Cold Hands Warm Hearts.

Cold hands
Hands down they say
It was the coldest night
They ever spent
Please sizzle fire
But don?t burn me again
Can you hear the whispers
That I left over with my friends

And if they ask me if we?re through
I?ll say not it?s not true
And if they ask me where you?ve been
I?ll say you?ve been here all along
And if they ask me where you?re at
I?ll say you?re tied up
And if they ask me why you?re blue
I?ll say you?ve been dead all along

We?re falling apart
I?m coming along
We?re singing this song without you

Here we go again
Empty bottles that I break
Murals of angels that I face
And it?s time, and it?s time
And it?s time to go my friend

We?re falling apart
I?m coming along
We?re singing this song without you

Maybe my time is up
Should I just quit and give up
Let these things be as they once were
Before us

I?ve got this
Hostility
Cause caring
Wasn?t your priority

Console tasteful companions
Perception needs to be noticed
From a distance so remote
Determines how I?ll slash your throat