At The Gates Cold
To rid the earth of the filth To rid the earth of the lies To will the rise above Tearing my insides out I feel my soul go cold Only the dead are smiling To rid your heart of all lies Their poison tongues, poison hearts Burning cold& Now let the final darkness fall "&The dream of the new disease On wings of euphoria& Sucking terror from the needle scars&" 22 years of pain And I can feel it closing in The will to rise above Tearing my insides out