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The blood runs cold
through me
The blood runs cold throughout my body
The cold sends shivers up and down my spine
As time passes by
Life goes on
I can't stop it.
I wish I could stop it.

The blood runs cold
And the chain is dead
Everything is definately not said
The ones with warmth
Will not surpress the storm
As they know what occurred
And they know what they did
They deserve the haunting silence
As they suffer for the death of the kid.

The blood runs cold
And if you can't see
The suffering kid........
That is me.
It lies deep within
As they suffer for their sin
They know that I'm not happy
Andtheir story.......
Is so sappy.

The blood runs cold
And I am still lost
Without hope
Just misery alike
I remember back when I was a tike
The happy, giggling, non-weeping child
And now I hardly smile.

The blood runs cold
When I am in the ground
But what is this?
I heard a sound!
Could this be my final way out?
Up to the light where I could freely dance about?
It is.......
But...what?
I don't see the light.
Am I doomed to forever haunt this site?

The blood runs cold
through me
The blood runs cold throughout my body
The cold sends shivers up and down my spine
Shouldn't I take back what is mine?
As time passes by
Life goes on
I can't stop it.
I wish I could.