Very Cold Prism

Unbind the light contentment
Find a savior and melt a tallow to it
Begin the lonely mission
It's just a taste of Judas
I found the recent spirit
I caught the naked mother
Why don't you fake it mother
When will you make my mother
Very cold indeed
Through eyes of glass you feed
This is a done condition
This is a bad condition
I seem to lose my vision
Cold make it mother
It's time to make it mother

Why did you make this winter
A cold December
Can't find the ear to tune it
Just another fakir
It's not the thorn of nipples
It's not the milk among us
I live a moving prism
I live a scattered angle
Why don't you fake it mother
When will you make my mother
Why the hell you take my mother
Very cold indeed