Cold - Kroy

Truth is

I prefer your body when it’s cold

So lay still

And please don’t try to hold

My hand

No one cares that you’re alive

No one knows you’re about to die

Throat in my hands

Fear in your eye

Tears on the bed

Blood in my mouth

Hours

We kill while we have the time

Fingers

Run every inch that is allowed

No one cares that you’re alive

No one knows you’re about to die

Throat in my hands

Fear in your eye

Tears on the bed

Blood in my mouth