The Soul's Grown Cold

Loneliness erodes the sole
Bitter! Bitter!
Do you ever get the feeling you're lost inside?
Cold! Cold! Cold!
'No I don't know, got two hours of daylight, the rest darkness'
Uninhabitable cold
Unbearable darkness

The soul's grown bitter controls me but it is angry
The soul's grown cold bitter controls me but it's angry
The soul's grown cold bitter cold but it controls me

Lost a finger
Now a hand
My soul needs comfort
Needs a hand
Been so alone (probably)
Cold and bitter
Deep in its bones

Take it out on me
Why don't you?
I write such misery
Why don't you? Might cheer you up a bit
Empty you of bitterness

And then you can be kind to me
There's a balance you ignore it
I pay the penalty to your injustice
Moreso than you do to my discomfort
No retribution
Just pain
Just blindness
Loneliness erodes the soul
Bitter! Bitter!
Do you ever get the feeling you're lost inside?
Cold! Cold! Cold!

The soul's grown cold bitter controls me but it's angry
The soul's grown cold bitter cold but it controls me

Take it out on me
Why don't you?
I write such misery
Why don't you? Might cheer you up a bit
Empty you of bitterness
And then you can be kind to me
There's a balance you ignore it
I pay the penalty to your injustice
Moreso than you do to my discomfort
No retribution
Just pain
Just blindness

Let's see who wins
Bet it's neither of us
Let's see who wins
Actually I bet it's me

The soul's grown cold bitter controls me but it's angry



Credits
Writer(s): Benedict Johnson
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