Killstar (The Cold World)
Strike the match in a cold world
A cold world set aflame
Scratch whatever itch you need
'Cause it's blind leading blind and we're all fucked the same
Sip the wine while the cold world
The cold world eats itself alive
Stemming the plague with a smile
No artificial stimulation will detoxify the shame inside
Where the miracles go to die, and the lovers are filled with spite
And the murderers sleep so tight
Where the richest eclipse the sun, killing a star just to fill their cup
Made it so easy to reach for the gun
And set ourselves on fire
It's excessive
There's more than seven ways to sin
So ironic how condemning yourself down is exactly the way in
Would you do it to yourself?
Would you do it to the ones you love?
Don't you cry for the horror
The cold world forced you to see?
Sometimes I wonder if you like it, you like it?
I bet you'd pay to watch some people bleed
Hands up
Pray for the wicked, pay their way up
Sendin' our love all the way to the top for the fuckers to chew it up
And spit it out like it's offensive
Mask off, no pretendin'
Sympathy's gone, you spent it
Makin' war's fun, but who ends it?
Hands up
Give us somethin' nice to dream about
Blanketed by a thick haze, we hallucinate as our lungs give out
Falling stars making craters out of our homes
A billion with their hands up and one foot in the grave, forever cast in stone
How does it feel to keep thriving as if you've earned it?
If it's your hand that feeds, I'm sharpening my razor teeth
Bite down, let the poison run (let the poison run)
And though it hurts, just bite down, let the poison run
Cold world
(It's out with the old world, there's fear in your eyes)
'Cause there's a galaxy burned into your legacy forever
Did you do it to yourself?
Did you neutralize the shame inside?
Where the miracles go to die, and the lovers are filled with spite
And the murderers sleep so tight (sleep so tight, they sleep so tight)
Where the richest eclipse the sun, killing a star just to fill their cup
Made it so easy to reach for the gun
And set ourselves on fire
A cold world set aflame
Scratch whatever itch you need
'Cause it's blind leading blind and we're all fucked the same
Sip the wine while the cold world
The cold world eats itself alive
Stemming the plague with a smile
No artificial stimulation will detoxify the shame inside
Where the miracles go to die, and the lovers are filled with spite
And the murderers sleep so tight
Where the richest eclipse the sun, killing a star just to fill their cup
Made it so easy to reach for the gun
And set ourselves on fire
It's excessive
There's more than seven ways to sin
So ironic how condemning yourself down is exactly the way in
Would you do it to yourself?
Would you do it to the ones you love?
Don't you cry for the horror
The cold world forced you to see?
Sometimes I wonder if you like it, you like it?
I bet you'd pay to watch some people bleed
Hands up
Pray for the wicked, pay their way up
Sendin' our love all the way to the top for the fuckers to chew it up
And spit it out like it's offensive
Mask off, no pretendin'
Sympathy's gone, you spent it
Makin' war's fun, but who ends it?
Hands up
Give us somethin' nice to dream about
Blanketed by a thick haze, we hallucinate as our lungs give out
Falling stars making craters out of our homes
A billion with their hands up and one foot in the grave, forever cast in stone
How does it feel to keep thriving as if you've earned it?
If it's your hand that feeds, I'm sharpening my razor teeth
Bite down, let the poison run (let the poison run)
And though it hurts, just bite down, let the poison run
Cold world
(It's out with the old world, there's fear in your eyes)
'Cause there's a galaxy burned into your legacy forever
Did you do it to yourself?
Did you neutralize the shame inside?
Where the miracles go to die, and the lovers are filled with spite
And the murderers sleep so tight (sleep so tight, they sleep so tight)
Where the richest eclipse the sun, killing a star just to fill their cup
Made it so easy to reach for the gun
And set ourselves on fire
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Knox, Brandon Hutcheson, Chris Biancato, Miles Knox, Monique Pym
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