(Verse 1) (Vocals: A low, dry croak, close to the mic. Almost spoken word, dripping with disdain.) The snow is falling like ash from an incinerator. White noise for the oscillator. I’m sitting in the wreckage of the living room Watching the lights blink on a plastic tomb. You’re waking up to coffee and a perfect lie I’m waking up wishing the sun wouldn’t rise. The silence here is a physical weight Crushing the chest, sealing the gate. I am the king of an empty hall Staring at the shadow on the wall. (Pre-Chorus) (Guitars grind in with heavy feedback. The tempo speeds up slightly. Vocals become a strained whisper.) You celebrate the season. I suffocate on the reason. The table is set for ghosts and dust In a god you claim to trust. But nobody’s coming back. No savior. No slack. Just the black. (Chorus) (Vocals: Full, distorted scream. An explosion of sound.) Welcome to my private Hell! Where the angels imply that I’m not well! You tourists in the land of pain You’ll never feel this freezing rain! It’s not just a day, it’s a life sentence! I’ve paid the price with no repentance! Forever broken! Forever cold! The story ends, the mold is old! There is no "better," there is no "cure" Only the hell that I endure! (Verse 2) (Music drops to just bass and drums. A sinister, creeping groove.) (Vocals: Sneering, sarcastic) Look at you, with your perfect symmetry. You think you know what "lonely" means? Because you missed a call? Or a scene in your dreams? Try waking up where the silence screams. Try holding a future that’s ripped at the seams. I am the single point of failure here Drinking the toxicity of the year. This isn’t a rough patch, this isn’t a phase This is the labyrinth, this is the maze. And I am the Minotaur... starving. (Chorus) (Vocals: Screamed) Welcome to my private Hell! Where the angels imply that I’m not well! You tourists in the land of pain You’ll never feel this freezing rain! It’s not just a day, it’s a life sentence! I’ve paid the price with no repentance! Forever broken! Forever cold! The story ends, the mold is old! There is no "better," there is no "cure" Only the hell that I endure! (Bridge) (The beat stops. A high-pitched, ear-piercing synth drone sustains. Vocals are a terrifying, multi-layered whisper.) They say "It gets easier." (Laughter in the background, distorted and demonic) Liars. They say "Time heals all wounds." In this lifetime? No. The glass is shattered. The blood is splattered. You can glue it back together, but it still cuts your lip when you try to drink from it. I am drinking glass. am drinking glass. Every. Single. Morning. It’ll never be the same. (Never be the same.) The toy is broken. (The toy is broken.) Alone in the fire. Alone in the ice. Merry Christmas to the parasites. Merry Christmas to the parasites. (Scream) JUST LEAVE ME HERE! (Sudden silence. The sound of a single match being struck, then blown out.) (Male)

The Dead of Winter (No Resurrection)