0
Becoming Cold - Mushroomhead
0 0

Becoming Cold Mushroomhead

Becoming Cold - Mushroomhead
Never heard my name called never anyone at all
Never in the right at the heart of every fault
Time to write me off

Demand the antidote to rescue this stranded soul
Castaway the last to know that the dream is gone

Everyday life takes it's toll
When are we going home
Becoming cold

How did we get here what are we alive for
Give me the reason to murder my idols

Save your faith for the faithless we need it most
Need something to believe in but nothing comes close
Hindsight won't let me sleep at night amputate this foolish pride
Minds eye pickled in cyanide and I can laught at myself

Everyday life takes it's toll
When are we going home
Everyday life takes it's toll
When are we going home

The devients will deviate rewrite the rules alleviate
A martyrs meant to mediate messiahs mend the word
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Login Register
Log into your account
And gain new opportunities
Forgot your password?