Moth Grinder

Out in the cold, don’t worry
No need to fear what I am
I wanna hold you with me
I wanna hold you with me

Gang way
We feed the new strain
Secret veins seeping all into my brain
You can see it in the eyes of the slain

Call me Indrid Cold, 'cause I'm frigid
400, 000 years old, count the digits
Searching for my soul, cause it’s missing
Blood on the wall, it’s been written
While you walking down the road
I got Terrorvision
I might crack a broken smile with my muscle rigid
I might rock a suit and tie with my wig fitted
Got a message from the demigods transmitted
Whispering goes the sound of the wing
They would do anything to gaze upon the light that I’ve seen
And it brings with it a skin job paintеd in green and it’s obscene
Know what I mean?

Gang way
Wе feed the new strain
Secret veins seeping all into my brain
You can see it in the eyes of the slain

Came to be something complete in my grief
Broke through static catatonia
Losing you set it free
I’ve released the green disease underneath
In truth it was always me
You’ll be cleaved by miniature silver beams
I wouldn’t ever assume I come in peace
I just came to leave
Never matters if you don't ever ache for the memory
What do you see when you see me
Pleasant a point of no return
Herald of injury
What do you see when you see me
Ever present, incisor none the wiser
Herald of injury
Nothing much more than an accessory
Eating narcotic leaves in defeat
Cause we can't get relief

Out in the cold, don’t worry
No need to fear what I am
I wanna hold you with me
I wanna hold you with me