Becoming Cold (216) by Mushroomhead

Never heard my name called
Never any one at all
Never in the right
>heart of every fault
Time to write me off

(demand the anidote
To ressue this stranded soul
Cast away the last to know
That the dream is gone)

Every day life takes it's toll
Every day life takes it's toll
When are we going home
Becoming cold
How did we get here
How did we get here
What are we alive for
Give me a reason
Give me a reason
To murder my idols

(save your faith for the faithless we need it most
Need something to belive in but nothing comes close
hindsight won't let me sleep at night, amputate
this foolish pride minds eye pickled in cyanide and
I can laugh at my self)

Every day life takes it's toll
Every day life takes it's toll
When are we going home

Every day life takes it's toll
Every day life takes it's toll
When are we going home

(i feel no pulse no vital signs)