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Becoming Cold (216)

Never heard my name called never anyone at all

Never in the right at the heart of every fault

Time to write me offDemand the antidote to rescue this stranded soul

Castaway the last to know that the dream is goneEveryday life takes its toll

When are we going home, becoming coldHow did we get here what are we alive for

Give me the reason to murder my idolsSave 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 laugh at myselfEveryday life takes its toll

When are we going home

Everyday life takes its toll

When are we going homeThe deviants will deviate rewrite the rules alleviate

A martyrs meant to mediate messiahs mend the wordNever heard my name called never anyone at all

Never in the right at the heart of every fault

Time to write me offI feel no pulse no vital signs

A forced impulse among idol mindsEveryday life takes its toll

When are we going home, becoming coldHow did we get here and what are we alive for

Give me a reason to murder my idolsSave your faith for the faithless we need it most

(How did we get here)

Need something to believe in but nothing comes close

(And what are we alive for)

Hindsight won't let me sleep at night amputate this foolish pride

(Give me a reason)

Minds eye pickled in cyanide and I can laugh at myself

(To murder my idols)

Heads have got to rollEveryday life takes its toll

When are we going home

Everyday life takes its toll

When are we going homeYou made me what I am today

The toll that my life's taken everyday

Don't think I'll ever make it home, not going home

I won't forget where I came from or what you made me

Some heads have got to roll, roll

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