Cold Fire

<p>The coals glow like earlier evenings But the fire is in my head</p><p>And an icy wind scorches my hands Clutched around a cup with booze The frost is a flame around my feet But the cold burns in my chest</p><p>And I drink [of] and I think [about] The sweeter wine against the bigger thirst With a cold heart until the morning hour I drink against the fire in my head And I feel the cold I feel the fire</p><p>Devours me Piece by piece</p><p>The world's been tampered with too much There's been too much wasting with people</p><p>And I drink [of] and I think [about] The sweeter wine against the bigger thirst With a cold heart until the morning hour I drink against the fire in my head And I feel the cold I feel the fire</p><p>Devours me Piece by piece</p><p>[But the most disturbing is dissappearence]</p><p>And the heroes, after all their bungling Lie deep in the crust of the earth</p>