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Cold Bones Video (MV)




Performed By: Poison Zoomak
Length: 5:31
Written by: Ashley Roberts




Poison Zoomak - Cold Bones Lyrics




Hear the calling, feel the heat
Freedom falling as we're dancing to a different beat
Sweet submission on her skin
Inhibition has you burning up and sweating sin

Bad moon rising, turn up the fever
Dead-end dreaming destroys believers
Smoke and mirrors will hide deceivers

I wake up screaming your name
Chills me, gives me cold bones

Dancing barefoot from bed to grave
Stroking midnight, there in darkness that's the thing she craves
Drink the poison, seal your fate
As day licks moonlight then it's over and it's far too late

Spirit walking on gilded splinters
One cold look turns spring to winter
Cold sweat moans become burnt-out whispers
I wake up screaming your name
Chills me, gives me cold bones

Gods and prophets will fall to their knees

Distant drums pulsing, pounding thunder
Scratching, clawing hands pull you under
Primal howling at natural wonder
I close my eyes and I see your face
I wake up screaming
You're giving me cold bones
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Hear the calling, feel the heat
Freedom falling as we're dancing to a different beat
Sweet submission on her skin
Inhibition has you burning up and sweating sin

Bad moon rising, turn up the fever
Dead-end dreaming destroys believers
Smoke and mirrors will hide deceivers

I wake up screaming your name
Chills me, gives me cold bones

Dancing barefoot from bed to grave
Stroking midnight, there in darkness that's the thing she craves
Drink the poison, seal your fate
As day licks moonlight then it's over and it's far too late

Spirit walking on gilded splinters
One cold look turns spring to winter
Cold sweat moans become burnt-out whispers
I wake up screaming your name
Chills me, gives me cold bones

Gods and prophets will fall to their knees

Distant drums pulsing, pounding thunder
Scratching, clawing hands pull you under
Primal howling at natural wonder
I close my eyes and I see your face
I wake up screaming
You're giving me cold bones
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Writer: Ashley Roberts
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