Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly
You soon wish you couldn't see at all
Tortured in the mind, six voices alone
Futile gestures, emotionless groans
Everyone asks what's wrong, but what's right?
And a cute lie makes everything uptight
To kill your dream before it's considered
To live in silence, airless closet, no vision
It's easier to make love to a stranger than to ask a friend to call
Suspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all, much at all
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleeding inside
Always look for walls to lean beside
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleed it's eyes
Always look for shade to cover your eyes
Self pity yourself is so shallow
I am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone
Whisky my coral, my piece of mind
Hello mr. samsung you can't clean my soul
Wake up sighing, mass for the bleeding
Never share sadness mine no man prays painless
Coalescing mine are hidden rooms,
Cannot give anything and never could
Prison it's only four walls but sometimes
The mind is the smallest prison of all,
Offering there upon offering
As a ball with a touch feels
Through it's fall, through it's fall.
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleeding inside
Always look for walls
To lean beside
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleed it's eyes
Always look for shade
To cover your eyes
You soon wish you couldn't see at all
Tortured in the mind, six voices alone
Futile gestures, emotionless groans
Everyone asks what's wrong, but what's right?
And a cute lie makes everything uptight
To kill your dream before it's considered
To live in silence, airless closet, no vision
It's easier to make love to a stranger than to ask a friend to call
Suspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all, much at all
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleeding inside
Always look for walls to lean beside
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleed it's eyes
Always look for shade to cover your eyes
Self pity yourself is so shallow
I am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone
Whisky my coral, my piece of mind
Hello mr. samsung you can't clean my soul
Wake up sighing, mass for the bleeding
Never share sadness mine no man prays painless
Coalescing mine are hidden rooms,
Cannot give anything and never could
Prison it's only four walls but sometimes
The mind is the smallest prison of all,
Offering there upon offering
As a ball with a touch feels
Through it's fall, through it's fall.
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleeding inside
Always look for walls
To lean beside
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleed it's eyes
Always look for shade
To cover your eyes
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Too Cold Here Lyrics as written by Edwards Bradfield
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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the mind is the smallest prison of all,
is the best description of my teenage years!
Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly
You soon wish you couldn't see at all
Tortured in the mind, six voices alone
Futile gestures, emotionless groans
Everyone asks what's wrong but what's right
And a cute lie makes everything uptight
To kill your dream before it's considered
To live in silence, airless closet, no vision
It's easier to make love to a stranger
Than to ask a friend to call
Suspicion knows nothing
And is known for not much at all
Much at all
Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding inside
Always look for walls
To lean beside
Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding its eyes
Always look for shade
To cover your eyes
Self-pity yourself is so shallow
I'm so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone
Whiskey Mac aroma, peace of mind
Hello Mr Samsa, you can clean my soul
Wake up sighing mass for the bleeding
Never share sadness, mine, no man prays painless
Coalescing, mine are hidden rooms
Cannot give anything, I never could
Prison, it's only four walls but sometimes
The mind is the smallest prison of all
Offering there upon offering
As a ball with a touch feels through its fall
Through its fall
Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding inside
Always look for walls
To lean beside
Too cold here
Ten years of bleeding its eyes
Always look for shade
To cover your eyes
A perfect, simple (and incredibly heavy) acoustic riff with the most personal lyrics by richey, which perfectly evoke the working psychology of both depression ("to kill your dream before it's considered...") and pathological anxiety (not the version on JDB's arm!) ("and a cute lie makes everything uptight").
There's even a great general insight ("suspicion knows nothing, and is known for not much at all"), which I found use for in a debate with a global-warming denier.
But the rest really makes me ,idk feel bad and good at the same time, because its just very saddening to know to what degree things had gone bad for him [never share sadness,mine a man prays (i think it actually is "bleeds") painless]
That is i guess why no one got how bad things were until well... Im sorry to look so deep but the song itself represents a deep meaning to whatever misery in life.
Its too cold here to richey, im sorry.