Tombs Cold
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