Cold
CHRISTOPHER BANKS, ZARA MARIA CLARK
To rid the earth of the filth
To rid the earth of the lies
The will to rise above
Tearing my inside out
[Chorus]
I feel my soul go cold
Only the dead are smiling
To rid your heart of all lies
Their poison tongues, poison hearts
Burning cold
Now let the final darkness fall
[Chorus]
'The dream of the new disease
On wings of euphoria
Sucking terror from the needle scars'
Twenty two years of pain
And I can feel it closing in
The will to rise above
Tearing my insides out
[Chorus]