Cruel Hand One Cold Face
So constructive in your misfortune The mastermind of your
own destruction Feeling so small They start to crawl to
the shelter of shadows Cast by those bound to fall What
they don’t know keeps them chained to ground Never
willing to leave or even look out The look in their eye
says ready to die Caught in a race for the casket to lie
I see their faces everyday One thousand words in one cold
face This is a vice for those who are viceless A way out
from the world for those without ways out Distraction for
some without ways to numb Everything that comes when
under the sun This is my vice amongst other vices A means
to ignore the whole world that surrounds us This is my
vice amongst other vices A means to ignore the whole
world I see their faces everyday One thousand words in
one cold face One cold face One Cold Face
