Cold Songtext
von Endfield

Look at you, my favourite toy.
You decide if time is mine.
But i'm wasting everyday, i'm such a waste.
What is in this, what"s to gain?
Our picture's getting lame.
Your dictation of excuses, elude me.


Why don't you tell me something?
How was your day?
SInce when does all mean nothing?
All on display!
So when we are all just stuck in...
boredom this way.
And still, we call this livin?
Erase all the shame.

Cleans my brain from static flow.
Discharge me till i'm Cold.
And i'm blowing out a fuse, don't dispute me!
Where's the killswitch, where's that blow?
I"m restless and i'm slow.
Start curing my diseases...
retrieve me.

Why don, t you tell me something?
How was your day?
Since when does all mean nothing?
It's all on display...
It"s all on display...