Fantasy is fantasy

But a fantasy of mine

Seems to always turn awry

Veins turn to ice

The chill air is nice

The snow is like a blanket

Let me tell you a secret

I won’t make it out alive

Chemical spill from inside me

Nothing but trees to see

There’s something crawling right out of me

It’s called The Will To Live

Sparkling all in its glory

Snow covering miles of ground

This is the last sound

Bleed Out