What you get is what you see,
These things don't come easily.
Better not be in my bain,
There's icicles inside my
brain.
Something going in my head,
I have lice that soon would spread.
Torture is my very soul,
Makes me happy, makes me
gold.
My eyes are blind but I can see,
Theres no place less of on me.
This song represents all the free,
I feel theres no
place freezing me.
So let the bright the sushine on,
Let me touch the first of sunshine done.
The sunshine is like flakes of
snow,
Some how I feel the children go.
Dont you think I know what I'm doing?
Because it's not incriminaly wrong.
Tie him
to the tree cause he's loosing,
That's enough to put up alarm.
YEAH!
To let you know, I picked you flowers,
Turn my days
to frozen hours.
Lying snowblind on the sun,
Waiting for ice age to come.
