Without love, without warmth, everyone, everyone, everyone gets sick.
And my cheerfulness, in the end, shows me this short turn to illness, sadness, darkness.
But I'm told all of that is Lie.
It just is what it is,
It is just what it is,
It is just what it is,
It is just what it is,
It is! It is! It is! It is! It is! It is! It is! It is! It is! It is! It is! It is! It is! It is! It is!
And love be the warmth that even when frozen
Still has a shelf life,
But practically inedible,
If the expiration date has been exceeded.
Without love, without warmth
Everyone, everyone gets sick, sick, sick.
Ohh DEW!
And continues to freeze and continue to rot,
What wants to be beautiful, that has to be warm.
It's freezing, it's rotting.
It's freezing... it's freezing, it's rotting.
It's freezing... it's freezing, it's rotting.
And continues to freeze and continues to rot,
Whatever wants to be beautiful has to be warm.
It freezes, it rots.
It freezes... it freezes, it rots.
It's freezing... it's freezing, it's rotting.
It's freezing, it's rotting. It freezes, it rots. It freezes, it rots.
It freezes, it rots. It freezes, it rots. It freezes, it rots.