(words & music by Harlan Collins)

Lucky me I'm the first to leave

But you've still got something up your sleeve

Because you're sitting there, not a word to say

Got the look of a God on the Judgement Day

You gotta get it out, let the fire begin

I can take all the hate that you're holding in

I can feel the heat now it's time to burn

'Cause I said what I said and it's your turn

Cold to say, you can't touch me

Cold to say, we're dying

Cold to say, you can't reach me

Cold to say, I can hear you lying

What a break, it's a twist of fate

'Cause I thought I was caught

And it was too late for me

Got away in the nick of time

Didn't know that you had such a drastic mind

I used to see you sleep with your fevered dreams

And the heat coming out of you hot as steam

Feel like I stuck around for a thousand years

And I don't want to drown in a pool of tears

Cold to say, you can't touch me

Cold to say, we're dying

Cold to say, you can't reach me

Cold to say, I can hear you lying

Cold to say

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