Heavenly Metals Lyrics - Cremations - Cold Cave

I was born in the middle of a war. 

The hospital was the last thing to fall out, 

Located on the dark end of where a street used to be. 

It was the last functioning building, when the apocalypse junkyard 

Put android snipers on the roof in a hidden chamber. 

Shot full of uppers, downers and all rounders 

The walls are created white with silver, red and blue lining 

The colours were designed to promote the promise of a fantastic future, 

A better tomorrow, instead we got this. 

The dream was at once flown from the IVs 

Would pump you full of heavenly metals 

That personally hand you a ticket to somewhere better. 

The 23rd dimension, was where I came to. 

My coma in the metallic candy-land was once again interrupted. 

I kept trying to get out, but it always happens, 

The second our waves overlap. 

I try to connect hands with her, 

But she pushes me away, 

Away from herself and the black velvet ripple that eats up the sky; 

It is always behind her. 

These holes hover over all of us, 

Maybe it's a sign... 

I wake up thirsty yet again 

To the floods of acid rain 

Frustrated, from being that close to someone that I could actually function with. 

I think she feels it too, 

Even though she is hesitant she keeps showing up. 

It's not my dream anymore, It's ours 

x5 

No longer content with the dream, 

But since made only to disappeared objects, 

I need to feel these objects disappear with my own teeth. 

I'm sorry if I've gotten sloppy with these electronic dreams, 

But they're all I have. 

A cosmic force, of a forgotten element 

keeps the dreamlike solution 

Of the perfect dream, the one that may never arrive. 

The wretched robotic, smoke-stained, amputee night nurses 

Try to harmonize my future. 

They are all tone deaf, their shrieks break the windows that we no longer have 

Icicles fall from the ceiling, 

Impaling anyone who is unfortunate enough to be taking shelter under there. 

What am I doing here? 

Is this hell or is this hell somewhere much worse 

That I will soon taste. 

Will I ever know of another place, or should I stay? 

Will I ever get to feel any other place? 

For now my mind may paint other landscapes 

But my feet only know of this decay. So I bask in it. 

If I've learnt one thing in this junkyard, it is this: 

Things may worsen at any given moment, 

So no matter if I'm dodging, pushing soldiers into shrapnel, their feet torn apart. 

By my dream lover, the one with a monitor for a head 

But next I could only have me dreaming of such luxuries 

I often think of pulling the plug 

But I've heard it only gets worse 

The ancients tell me to enjoy this hell 

Because it's angelic compared to 

Door number 23.