Cold - Machinery

Another sleepless night

Shadows form and haunt my mind

I gasp for breath

I feel so cold

Leave me alone

My inferior life is torn

Torn into pieces

The path that I’ve chosen

The man that I swore not to be

Is what I see in my own reflection

The trail that I follow

Diluted by pain once again

Cold

A frantic state of mind

Numbs my guilt and feeds my anger

It fills the void and emptiness

Cold

Cold

My inferior life is torn

Torn into pieces

The path that I’ve chosen

The man that I swore not to be

Is what I see in my own reflection

The trail that I follow

Diluted by pain once again