Epiclore - Cold lyrics

Lying here in the cold Crumbled and trampled over Blinding fear, a dismal life alone May it hurt, truth be told Uncertain, discontented Fears convert into pain When the world grows cold around you A sense of nothingness that ails your soul Can turn into sorrow and despair Dreaming In the haze our mind blends into A state of unison is all we know A garden of Eden we can share When the world grows cold Hanging on to one hope I can repress no longer Waiting for a sign of some response Even though worlds apart May be meant to stay asunder Can't let go Have to try When the world grows cold around you A sense of nothingness that ails your soul Can turn into sorrow and despair Dreaming In the haze our mind blends into A state of unison is all we know A garden of Eden we can share When the world grows cold