Turn To Shit

I can't feel my fingers... can't feel my toes
I am cold... so cold
Can't seem to focus, can't catch my breath
Cus I am cold... so cold

Cus everything I do turns to shit
Everything I touch just turns to shit

Now I'm on the TV doing what I'm told
I push my face up to the sun but still I feel so cold
I'm just like a dummy a puppet on a string
I am cold... so cold

Everything I have turns to shit
Everything I see just turns to shit
Turns to shit
Turns to shit... glorious shit

You were in your kitchen... I was watching you
You were hot as a solar spot but still I feel so cold
I crept through your window, put my hands around your neck
So now you're cold... so cold

Cus everything I see turns to shit
Everything I touch just turns to shit
Everything I have just turns to shit
Everything I do just turns to shit
Turns to shit
Turns to shit... glorious shit