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 a 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…