Cold And Dead -

My body’s cold and dead the day you have a say

The day this changes

Hanging from the rafters, swinging by my neck

Is when you’ll get a chance…

You fucking suit

With your fucking tie

I hate your lies…

Brain-dead and lobotomized the day I let you robots

Change this

Bedridden and comatose, my heart maintained

By some fucking machine

My senses numb

Is what you’ll need

To sate your greed…

Take the broken glass and jam it in my heart

(I'd slit you fucking throat)

Like the rat bastard you really are

(you piece of shit)

Do your sons and daughters cry?

Can you look them in the eye?

Turn it up, Embrace the sound!

Don’t just go through the motions!

Don’t let me down!

With the muse sincere, and the passion and the sweat

(When the music’s sincere, and there’s passion and there’s sweat)

You look in the mirror and I’m sure there is regret about

The calling you’ve so betrayed for money made

(that fucking monster is you)