[Verse 1: Emay]
Snow trickling, windows cold, snowblow sprinkling
Spreads over the Christmas lights
From a far wide range and it gets percise
White coats on a leafless tree
Red-Green more seen on a Christmas eve
Thick voices, this shit deceives
Sounds more like an opera 60 deep
Fake smiles and all
For the holiday is all the hate pile resolved
Comes back to replace the solutions
Same day that you break resolutions
[Chorus: Lowell Boland]
Because winter made me later, longer
[?] to want that way
All this time we could've made things stronger
Rather rest here in the cold than stay
[Verse 2: Emay]
The snow angel mangles me
And the softness points and it angles me
To the day I was born, 91'
Mom, dad real glad got a mighty son
Four years passed and my dad passed as well
So sad in me I didn't understand what was happening
Head scratchin' and time passin' and
Frigidness the time is unpassionate
So I became mad at the frabric and
Made curves for making my life valueless
But now I could fathom what value is
'Cause some god who hurts when there is malnutrition
In orphanage
Wishing someone aborted them and it's scorching 'em
Presentless nobody could afford for them
Even a smile in the jaws isn't fractured
Even applause in the claws ain't casper
A pause to appreciate laughter
Even a bitch could aleviate bastards
Fuck them, I see they ain't mastered
[Chorus: Lowell Boland]
Because winter made me later, longer
[?] to want that way
All this time we could've made things stronger
Rather rest here in the cold than stay
[Verse 3: Emay]
Leave my blood it fathered me
Laid me amongst people, awkwardly, but awesome
Put the monsters off in me
Stopping me from being the beast I was born to be
Still a beast but scornfully
Flew season epitome of a sick verse
And I didn't have to send a picture of my dick first
This shit hurts, disperse, frostbitten you lost rhythem
Your shit's mersed
Not trying to preach to peace
Oppose those still grippin'
Impeach the peace
AK dash four seven um
Make them mayday crashcourse evident
Tread through piles of snow
Just to get what the struggle is
Violent flow, represents all the wings that'll blind your soul
To retreat, white flag blends in with the sheets
Got to walk through hail to the feet [?]
And you hail to the feet
Drenched fabrics, heavier and weak
Be the next has been deadly or deceased
The forecast is poor so I'm [?]
When my energy is done I'm going to ask for more
Half dead and I'll clasp the sword
You have some less and I have some more
Like what the fuck do you have to afford
To have some cash and have some whores
Just a slave to material that you have of course
Pure static, alter dynamics
Highest floor in your house when I'm climatic
[Outro: Lowell Boland]
Winter won't be melting