All day long, all night long
playing with fire
but I'm cold
Trying wildfire,
and lighter fluid
but this heart's still unthawed.
The world turns warm
The world turns warm
on a season's song
my skin gets tanned to brown
my prisoner in the ribbed cage
is like a toad
sleeping under a stone.
Winter falls, gorgeous,
sleeping under a stone.
Winter falls, gorgeous,
heartless and cold
Frostbites bite
like the tales untold
hugging the feelings of kin unthawed;
so take my soul for nothing!
Once!? Twice!? Sold!!
-Uththara-
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