Текст: Koffin Kats. Inhumane. Caught Up.

Moving fast through my mind
Thoughts of heaven within a line
One that divides from a hell as slow as my body
That's burning out
Im caught up in snow I keep on plowing through snow so lay it on down
Well I guess Ill confess snow has a problem in Detroit
Snow isnt clean
Just isnt pure
But Ill keep sliding down the hill