(Instrumental)
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Would be tidings of rebirth Under cold stares
sheep jaded & chronic castaway well she is all alone absent, alien, frozen heart still believes in nothing in her solid garbage bunker from the hour zero
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars
black sheep jaded & chronic castaway well she is all alone absent, alien, frozen heart still believes in nothing in her solid garbage bunker from the hour zero
