Moth Grinder

Out in the cold, don't worry No need to fear what I am I wanna hold you with me I wanna hold you with me (Yeah, yeah) Whoa, whoa, gang way We feed the new strain Secret veins seeping all into my brain You can see it in the eyes of the slain Out in the cold, don't worry No need to fear what I am I wanna hold you with me I wanna hold you with me Call me Ingrid Cold, 'cause I'm frigid Four-hundred thousand years old, count the digits, uh Searching for my soul, 'cause it's missing Blood on the wall, it's been written While you walking down the road, I got Terror vision I might crack a broken smile with my muscle rigid I might rock a suit and tie with my wig fitted Got a message from the demigods transmitted Whispering goes the sound of the wing They would do anything to gaze upon the light that I've seen And it brings with it a skin job (aw, shit, I fucked it up) Skin job painted in green, and it's obscene, know what I mean? Whoa, gang way We feed the new strain Secret veins seeping all into my brain You can see it in the eyes of the slain Whoa, whoa, gang way We feed the new strain Secret veins seeping all into my brain You can see it in the eyes of the slain Came to be something complete in my grief Broke through static catatonia, losing you set it free I've released the green disease underneath In truth, it was always me You'll be cleaved by miniature silver beams I wouldn't ever assume I come in peace I just came to leave, it never Matters if you don't ever ache for the memory What do you see when you see me? Pleasant, a point of no return Herald of injury What do you see when you see me? Ever-present, incisor none the wiser Herald of injury (Nothing much more than the accessories) Eating narcotic leaves in defeat 'cause we can't get relief! Out in the cold, don't worry No need to fear what I am I wanna hold you with me I wanna hold you with me