Tombs Cold Lyrics

Gotta close my mind
Gotta hold on tight
Gonna do it hard

Gonna do it right

Gotta close my mind
Gotta be so cold
'Til this bright, white heat
Gonna take it's toll

Cold drifting real slow
Out in the street
And out of the dark
All in the light

Under the lamp
Where life gets ill
I've seen it all before
All this bright hoar

All the pretty living dead
Pretty egos to be fed
I'm glad that I
Just can't care
So glad that it's
Getting there

Talking real low sweet
Watching me real close
Make it seem so nice
When it's just like ice When it's dead and gone
When it's sucked so dry
When it's black and cold
On this bright bright street

All the pretty living dead
Pretty egos to be fed
I'm glad that I
Just can't care
So glad that it's
Getting there

Gotta feel that way
Gonna end that way
So easy just to give it up
So hard to really care

Maybe I will fall
I have no hope at all
Then I'll be no use at all
All this bright, white heat

Then I'll be no use at all
All this bright, white heat
Then I'll be no use at all
All this bright, white heat