Becoming Cold (216) Lyrics - Xiii - Mushroomhead

Never heard my name called never anyone at all 

Never in the right at the heart of every fault 

Time to write me off 

Demand the antidote to rescue this stranded soul 

Castaway the last to know that the dream is gone 

Everyday life takes its toll 

When are we going home, becoming cold 

How did we get here what are we alive for 

Give me the reason to murder my idols 

Save 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 myself 

Everyday life takes its toll 

When are we going home 

Everyday life takes its toll 

When are we going home 

The deviants will deviate rewrite the rules alleviate 

A martyrs meant to mediate messiahs mend the word 

Never heard my name called never anyone at all 

Never in the right at the heart of every fault 

Time to write me off 

I feel no pulse no vital signs 

A forced impulse among idol minds 

Everyday life takes its toll 

When are we going home, becoming cold 

How did we get here and what are we alive for 

Give me a reason to murder my idols 

Save 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 roll 

Everyday life takes its toll 

When are we going home 

Everyday life takes its toll 

When are we going home 

You 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