If All Else Fails Cold And Dead
My body's cold and dead the day you have a say
the day this changes.
Hanging from the rafters, swinging by my neck
is when you'll get a chance
You f..cking suit
With your f..cking tie
I hate your lies
Brain-dead and lobotomized the day I let you robots
change this.
Bedridden and comatose, my heart maintained
by some f..cking machine
My senses numb
Is what you'll need
To sate your greed
Take the broken glass and jam it in my heart
(I'd slit you f..cking throat)
Like the rat bastard you really are
(you piece of shit)
Do your sons and daughters cry?
Can you look them in the eye?
Turn it up, Embrace the sound!
Don't just go through the motions!
Don't let me down!
With the muse sincere, and the passion and the sweat,
(When the music's sincere, and there's passion and there's sweat)
You look in the mirror and I'm sure there is regret about
the calling you've so betrayed for money made.
(that f..cking monster is you)
