Cold Waste Lyrics - Singles - The Foreshadowing

Cold in my land 

Whate'er the time I've been 

Running 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, 

I'm running to my hell 

'Cause none of us can make a stand. 

Running to my hell... 

Cold rain, rush me into my hell, 

All alone when light's off. 

We are born to procreate 

And subjugate. 

Tears don't belong to me 

And no one else, 

I'm running to my hell 

'Cause none of us can make a stand. 

Running to my hell... 

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 a 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...