When It’s Cold - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

When the sun is gone, it's surely not forgotten

It's surely not forgotten by the likes of me

Though the leaves may die, a tree survives to blossom

So why does this way of life want more from me?

So why does it have to hurt when it's...

So when the season comes to pray that

God take Mother to her grave

In an endless frigid, bitter boiling sea

I know what kind of son hopes someone

With a gun puts a bullet through her brain

'Cause I'm that bitch's bitter, hateful seed

That's me

Why does it have to hurt when it's cold?

Why does the skin burn off its bones?

Why does it have to hurt when it's cold?

So then I started losing days around November

And then I fold into the grey winter's coat

'Cause the things that hurt the worst that I remember

They seem to only show their face when it's cold

And then I start to bleed

Because it's up to me

And then I start to believe

That I don't wanna be anymore

So why does it have to hurt when it's cold?

Why does it have to hurt when it's cold?

Why does the skin burn off its bones?

Why does it have to hurt when it's home?

Why couldn't we stay in church like we were told?

Yeah, why does it, why does it, why does it hurt when it's cold?!