Cold Waste

Cold in my land

Whate'er the time I've been

Running too fast or walking too slow

For a long time.

Tomorrow I will hate

And celebrate my greed

Wandering the waste

And tasting my heart,

Smells like sour and filth.

Tears don't belong to me

And no one else,

I'm running to my hell

'cause none of us can make a stand.

Running to my hell...

Cold rain, rush me into my hell

All alone when light's off.

We are born to procreate

And subjugate

Tears don't belong to me

And no one else,

I'm running to my hell

'cause none of us can make a stand.

Running to my hell...

Cold waste of a bloody

Taste we're alone

And ready to fall.

Frontiers without volunteers.

Who asked for a penny of love?

Skyscrapers with hellish view from above

We're ready to fall.

Cold soul, if you're feeling old you can call

When you can't go on...