Cold Brains Songtext / Lyric

Cold brains, unmoved

Untouched, unglued

Alone at last

No thoughts, no mind

To rot behind

A trail of disasters



A final curse

Abandoned hearse

We ride disowned

Corroded to the bone






The fields of green

Are bent, obscene

I lay upon the gravel

A worm of hope

A hangman's rope

Pulls me one way or the other



A final curse

Abandoned hearse

We write this song

Corroded to the bone



A bird of song

Is heard no longer

In the evacuated heavens

The drain is drawn

And drained and gone

And on and on, it doesn't matter



A final curse

Abandoned hearse

We rock the salt

Corroded to the bone