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Jack Frost is always searching for victims

to offer the Grim Reaper

It´s a hard thing - living out on the streets these days

but it seems like noone of us really cares

You see the muddy water in the streets turned to ice

Everytime you breath out - a cloud in front of your eyes

You know every sleep - will be a little bit like dying

Every wetness will hurt - so you better stop crying

And you will scratch on the surface - of hell´s gate everyday

There won´t be help you would accept - so you´ve to go your own way

The only salvation - you expect is to die

spring´s no solution - it´s so far away it could be a lie

Is this your meaning of life - the reason why you have been born

You look for an air shaft - there´s no friend to keep you warm

you think the bottle of liquor - keeps you warm in the street

at least the booze clouds your suffering - until your heart stops to beat