In The Cold I'm Sleeping - Wynardtage

Can i ever choose

A death to come

In my drifting eyes

All light has gone

The grabbing demons

In my tired heart

They rising to cut

My crippled parts

In the cold i’m sleeping

Nothing to get through

I’m none of the living

I never found a home

Only i stand still

When they force the pace

That impossible life

I’m not able to play

Can i ever resist

White noisy days

The horizon comes near

On lonesome ways

At the end i’m here

Sunken so deep

Just still alive

Wounded and weak

In the cold i’m sleeping

Nothing to get through

I’m none of the living

I never found a home

Only i stand still

When they force the pace

That impossible life

I’m not able to play