Cold Enough To Face The Demon

Some people say
He´s close to you
Pumping in your veins
Father of the blues
He´s behind your eyes!

Do as I say
You´ve got nothing to lose
You don´t have to pray
You gonna see him soon
Go ahead and try

Yeah ! So cut your wrists and let it flow!
Yeah ! It makes you fresh and makes you cold!

Can you feel the blood
Sneaking through your skin?
Not even God
thought you was so mean
you cannot deny

Now his own your aim
Just close your fist
Apply your rage
Knock down the beast
Take his soul as prize