Do you know that feeling?
That coldish feeling?
The feeling of nothing living,
The feeling of lonesome dreaming.

A feeling that speaks no words
Yet you know it’s there.
Have you ever felt it?
Do you think it’s just a myth?

It’s the meaning to sorrow,
The meaning to why a heart becomes so hollow.
The feeling that breaks all hearths
The feeling that destroys all paths.

The feeling that a killer feels,
The feeling that an orphan child has to deal.
Do you know of what I speak?
Should I give you another hint?

No I think not, if you don’t know of what I speak.
Then I would love to meet.
For a soul that hasn’t felt it,
Is the true myth
And I envy it.

But hang no more,
I’ll explain it all.
It’s that cold feeling
That gives the meaning.
It’s on that day
When you finally say
“It’s cold, it’s cold
I feel… so alone.”