Cold Hand Songtext
von Grope

I feel a cold hand on my head
My scream for help is drowned in fear
I am numb, the last word has been said
Communicating with a tear

I feel a cold hand on my back
I see the cold hand is my own
Choking, swearing, I can′t make myself break
I'm seeing the call but it′s never shown

Words are growing cold
Suffering alone
Now I swallow hope
Cynical my love
Sickening and raw
Sympathy for hate

I feel a cold hand on my temple
I hear you laugh while you dance
Pain kills the will I mean I am damned
I realize there was no hands


Words are growing cold
Suffering alone
Now I swallow hope
Cynical my love
Sickening and raw
Sympathy for hate

I release myself from life
Every word that's been said will change
I've nailed myself to the cross
While you obey, I′ll make you
Pay
Pay
Pay
Pay
Pay

God insane
From the pain
God insane
From the shame

Words are growing cold
Suffering alone
Now I swallow hope
Cynical my love
Sickening and raw
Sympathy for hate