A winter, chilled drug pumps through my veins,
Putting a stop to my addiction would be a slow, painful suicide.
Weaving in and out, every witch way,
A confusion to the mind.
A winter chilled drug pumps through their veins,
With out care or time to stop.
A collision,
A massive matter of mass slams into a glass boundary.
For now,
There is an open shout.
A   winter chilled drug is being played,
It’s cold and time is running out.
Smooth white concert is now ruined.
For now,
There is an open shout,
A single red flash is seen.
A winter, chilled drug has just been won.