Cold Waste - 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…