Frostbite

Brick baby! That's what I'm gonna throw upside your head I said now, brick baby, that's what I'm gonna throw upside your head Yeah, you got me so worried, got me talkin' outta my head Yeah, you know I love you and you know my love is true Yeah, I can

I play my music, the only way that I can Play my music only, only way I can Some people really dig it, some just don't understand I play my music only, only way I can I play my music, play it the only way I can Some people really dig it, some just do

(Jascha Richter/Johan Stentorp) ___________________________________________________________________________ Im running on empty alone in a steel cold town The colours are fading to grey when youre not around Im going over what you said The words keep

Frostbit fingertips caress the razor's edge. Cold ideals implanting themselves inside my head. Inadvertent gestures given effortlessly by my limbs. Complacency of warmth never sets in. This is an endless winter. One where the air gets thinner. A proc