Mushroomhead - Becoming Cold (216)

Never heard my name called never anyone at all Never in the right at the heart of every fault Time to write me off Demand the antidote to rescue this stranded soul Castaway the last to know that the dream is gone Everyday life takes it's toll When are we going home Becoming cold How did we get here and what are we alive for Give me a reason to murder my idols Save your faith for the faithless we need it most Need something to believe 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 myself Everyday life takes it's toll When are we going home Everyday life takes it's toll When are we going home The deviants will deviate rewrite the rules alleviate A martyrs meant to mediate messiahs mend the word Never heard my name called never anyone at all Never in the right at the heart of every fault I feel no pulse Time to write me off No vital signs A forced impulse Among idol minds Everyday life takes it's toll When are we going home Becoming cold How did we get here and what are we alive for Give me a reason to murder my idols Save your faith for the faithless we need it most Need something to believe 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 myself How did we get here and what are we alive for Give me a reason to murder my idols Some heads have got to roll Everyday life takes it's toll When are we going home Everyday life takes it's toll When are we going home You made me what I am today The toll that my life's taken everyday Don't think I'll ever make it home Not going home I won't forget where I came from Or what you made me Some heads have got to roll