Uh uh Temperature dipped down real low; Season when men become grooves; Prey pray to not be preyed on; Empty stomach make you do whatever you said you thought you would never do; Standing in the broken down belly of the beast; Staring through the bars and iron teeth; Holding on that last bit of rope for some small insomnia; The first of the last days are upon us; The last days When these last walls start caving in And ain't there nothing to do but sin Seems like the only way to win In this cold, cold world of mine (In this cold, cold world of mine...) In the cold world an ice age remains Palm on the window pane, warm as the symbol stain Five fingers i stress for death But he gotta take the death If he cross the wrong steps He crept over cracks Til the rose grew from concrete He slept on his back There he knows fools that want beef He'll be seasoned if you just give him a reason And what's a bigger reason than deceivin from your thievin He stole from the hands of a dead man's vam