| Song | Cold |
| Artist | Jag Panzer |
| Album | Casting The Stones |
| Ivory skin so porcelain smooth and cold to the touch | |
| Eyes and lips as black as the night lead me in to | |
| Drain | |
| Your so cold; cold as ice you're so cold | |
| Ice you feel, feel to the bone | |
| Ice that burns, burns inside | |
| The moves of a slithering ghost perfect and slow | |
| Evil beckons me stay can not break away | |
| With one touch you are still | |
| Lust for the touch and for the feel | |
| Your body's beat is what she craves to keep her alive | |
| Drains your warmth in her eyes out of your soul |