Sliding, sliding
Down this slippery slope
It is cold, white, and endless
Upon this frozen, barren hill
I slide alone

Endless white sparkles
Gleaming with their shocking chill
Sends me into a state of denial
As the chaos begins to unfold
I tell myself little lies

It is not real
It is not cold
It is not dark
It is not told

Sliding, sliding
Down this gushing slope
It is dark, red, and short
Upon this bloody, barren hill
I slide alone

Short red ripples
Shimmering with their eerie metal
Send me into a state of mind
As the chaos begins to unfold
I tell myself little truths

It is real
It is cold
It is dark
It is told