Cold

First light we take ourselves far away in meditation
Inside we go, our peaceful zone
Remains of the under world, they talk to me in my sleep
Taking hold like a nasty cold

This time around things are gonna be different
This time around things are gonna be what they're gonna be

Tell me can we go back
Cause all we had is gone
Look who's hurting now
Why you gotta be so cold
You make me cold

Your chance to save the world and spawn the next generation
Was swallowed whole by your greedy souls
Remains of the under world, you left us here in this living hell
To fend for ourselves out in the cold

This time around things are gonna be different
This time around things are gonna be what they're gonna be

Tell me can we go back
Cause all we had is gone
Look who's hurting now
Why you gotta be so cold
You make me cold



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Chiari, Layne Putnam
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