Cold Hard Morning Light H.E.A.T.

[Verse 1]
I think on my time
Think on my chances
Blown down the line
How many romances gone?
In cold hard morning light
In cold hard morning light

[Verse 2]
On the edge of a knife
A hot-bellied set-up
Ready to spring
A pent-up switchblade life
In cold hard morning light
In cold hard morning light

[Verse 3]
Flash-fire eyes
Burn through the mirror
They cut to your bone
The holiest terror eyes
In cold hard morning light
In cold hard morning light

[Verse 4]
Now pain isn't earned
It grows without reason
A four letter burn
One for each season down
In cold hard morning light
In cold hard morning light