(Grey) 2-Edge

Snow drifting up the tree
Im alone, frostbitten on my knees
In these fields are cold deeds
I have a little god in my control
Look at it's belly all full
Spit it out into my skull
When i've earned it

Black or white worlds i'm in between
And my life to convene
In a world less free
Of the lost souls
Snow, drifting up the evergreen
Cover me
When i've earned it

Will you now drag me to depression
Take a shot with God in my hands
Sit there with no expression
With alcohol in veins
Now take a fiery invention
And fail to abstain
Take my heart and burn it
Even if before i earn it