Cold Dead Skin Songtext
von The Palace of Tears

Minds float up on wings of glass
A delicate climb, not meant to last
Minds float up on wings of glass
Till they shatter
Does it even matter
Resting weary heads on petals
Made of Cold Dead Skin
Resting weary heads on petals
Made of Cold Dead Skin
Minds float up on wings of glass Time seems so fragile
Stretched, worn, and torn
Flesh stretched taut, worn too thin
Minds float up on wings of glass
A delicate climb, not meant to last
Resting weary heads on petals
Made of Cold Dead Skin
Resting weary heads on petals
Made of Cold Dead Skin