Like Himalayan cold winter. These jaws of Kali Yuga. Yea, it's a crazy kind of cold. A lifeless slumber in a stranglehold Yea Tibet, she can't even touch this. I'd rather freeze in her forests
. All your wrongs from yesterday. Smokin’ himalayan haze. Won’t wash all your sins away. Chorus. Hate don’t give. Love don’t rewind all the good times. All the dollars you’ll spend. Give it up for nights