4th Season

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On the other side of my world It's snowing Angel tears with frostbite If only someone would send me a cooling compress For my feverish, wounded ego But Too deep-seated Pain Despair Loneliness As if that little bit of innocent white Could bring relief It only makes me sadder Makes me even angrier And it evaporates in my rage A fine mist rises back up into the universe Like a big question mark I have started begging again I worship God and the universe Consult the oracle, draw tarot cards Make little voodoo spells for myself In the name of love And look to the future Full of hope and doubt Good things take time But how much time do I have left? Code On the other side of my world It's snowing Angel tears with frostbite If only someone would send me a cooling compress For my feverish, wounded ego But Too deep-seated Pain Despair Loneliness As if that little bit of innocent white Could bring relief It only makes me sadder Makes me even angrier And it evaporates in my rage A fine mist rises back up into the universe Like a big question mark I have started begging again I worship God and the universe Consult the oracle, draw tarot cards Make little voodoo spells for myself In the name of love And look to the future Full of hope and doubt Good things take time But how much time do I have left? Code 662950 in my ArtHeroes-Shop