10's Lyrics - The Great Southern Trendkill - Pantera

My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody morose and 

old, drop into fruitless dying 

It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising 

Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing 

My foes, they can't destroy my body 

Colliding slow, like life itself 

Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longer 

Cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapness 

My foes, they can't destroy my body 

Colliding slow, like life itself 

My foes, they can't destroy my body 

Colliding slow, like life itself 

Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)