Eden Synthetic Corps - -48°C lyrics

Piercing the soul Touching the wound Paying the toll Do you feel like??? ride/right (?)back to the womb/wound(?) Feeding the rage Screaming your name Turning the page Not reading the words Not playing the game This time none of my gods will save me None of my wounds will heal This time none of my gods will heal me None of my friends will feel Get on with this I rather die to feel this agony I rather go into the cold Of the abyss I rather freeze to feel you're hunting me I rather go into the cold