Can’t hate winter
Can’t love golden fall
When we fell
Down, down and
Yet its still further up
We have to climb
The spring in marches step’s
A lie
We just get by
Pretending
Its better
Can’t feel fucking cold
Can’t feel fucking nothing
Old is better
One year closer
To blessed death
One more pill
Another bill
A year wasted in hatred
Of cursed lifetime
And lost lives
And ragged paper poppies
That Cant stop more pointless God’s war

Don’t know you season
There is no reason
Only a lie
Of hope
And new life
I hope you die
I do
A winter funeral
With pissing rain
with no one there
Where No one cares
The car keeps us warm
And chokes a world
That was never meant to be ours
Drown your sorrows
By the hearth
And pray
To never have
another birth

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