Psychotic snowgirl trembling
Into her gloomy ice
She's cuddling all my body, she's freezing me, she's smart
- she covers me with snowflakes, and tears my heart apart.
She's so cold and white, waiting in the sad night
Somebody who could melt her, and let her spirit free...
That's why she's always carrying
Long matches cut from tree.
She's made with burning beauty
And frosted glass on light
- she's mad because she loves me
And fights her own delight.
Psychotic snowgirl laughing
While her dark core dies,
She's pining for a black swan
Whom she killed, and cries.
Why would I long to heat her, and warm her drunk blood up?
Because she's lovely and crazy, and I don't want her to get fucked.
Psychotic snowgirl crying,
Your tears the wind wastes bad:
Don't crack your soul like that
- just wait for me and winter,
We'll never could be far.
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