Texty: Static-X. Wisconsin Death Trip. December.

Still feel the cold
Of long past days
I knew my worth
Put in my place
It's no surprise
I realized
Some time before

December
Sun shines through haze
I put my thoughts
Toward future days
It's no surprise
I close my eyes
And close the door

Feeling so old
Years pass like days
Fastly changing
So many ways
My eyes perceive
Yes, I believe
In nothing more