Cold in my land
Whate'er the time I've [bad word] 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, [bad word] to my [bad word] 'cause none of us can make a stand. [bad word] to my [bad word] ..

Cold [bad word] me into my [bad word] All alone when light's off.
We are born to procreate
And subjugate

Tears don't belong to me
And no one else, [bad word] to my [bad word] 'cause none of us can make a stand. [bad word] to my [bad word] ..

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 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...