"Becoming Cold (216)" lyrics - 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 a 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
Mind's 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 martyr's 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
I feel no pulse
Time to write me off
No vital signs
A forced impulse
Among idle minds
Everyday life takes its toll
When are we going home
Becoming cold
How did we get here?
What are we alive for?
Give me a 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
Mind's eye pickled in cyanide, and I can laugh at myself
How did we get here?
What are we alive for?
Give me a reason to murder my idols
Some 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
