Feel the winter raging in your troubled hair

It's that winter bobbling up that gazing stare

Zip up! and let's dance to the sound of breaking glass

And the splinters, carried by the careless breeze

Are delivered with kamikaze-pilot's sneeze

Zip up! and let's dance to the sound of breaking glass

No puss has the boot to shake up that cold ass

Rubbed my deeper meaning from an ugly looking glass

And cherished this grimm peek as it was

Then crashed this ugly mirror in a big heartbreaking blast

I idolized and fetished... the splinters

Zip up! and lеt's dance to the sound of breaking glass

No puss has thе boot to shake up that cold ass

Up that cold ass! Up that cold ass!

Up that cold ass! Up that cold ass!

All that glitters means I'm everywhere

One glittery splinter bobbled up that gazing stare