Cold

Copyright: 12\26\98
Cold

The human condition
Needs some nutrition
And as you can see
It's all part of my killing spree.

Severing the feelings
Abrupt and kneeling
On the altar of finished death
And taking your dying last breath.

(pre-chorus)

It gives me great pleasure
To introduce myself
I am a fiend without regret
And you've threatened my health.

(chorus)

As the scene unfolds
You realize my pain
And stand alone
Raped of life and cold.

If only human contact
Could keep fate lacked
And you could swim
In a sea of whim.

Packing in disappointment
And making the dent
Keeping my distance
And shattering the suspense.

(repeat pre-chorus)

(repeat chorus)