Cold Stone

In the sky you're runnin'

white liquid at your feet

mismercied through the darkness

look so obsolete

now the walls are falling

now that you are free

will you pin your hopes on lies

don't pin them on me

we're goin' down slow

we're in a hole

to beg a please

now rest for me

beneath the sky you're runnin'

white mucous skin you throw

chase out a bloodstained weasel

just might be a stow

through the velvet forrest

white whitnesses at hand

oh brave soldier what's so sad

don't you understand

we're goin' down slow

we're in a hole

to beg a please

now rest for me

This world is just cold stone

this world is just cold stone

this world is just cold stone

we're in a hole

we're goin' down slow

to beg a please

now rest for me