Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains 
We get along and their very boones decay 
Try to find what little else remain 
My heart still beating but I'm feeling so restrained 

You try to make a living by using what you got 
But the way that it's been going 
Well you gonna get shot 
He's an old cold hand 

Missfortune passed down from long times ago 
Been rendered senseless in a temple made of gold 
I heard you're really out here all alone 
I'm stuck in limbo and you're perched atop a throne 

You try to make a living by using what you got 
But the way that it's been going 
Well you [bad word] fast 
He's an old cold hand