At The Gates

Cold

To rid the earth of the filth
to rid the earth of the lies
the will to rise above
tearing my inside out
[chorus:]
i feel my soul go cold
only the dead are smiling
To rid your heart of all lies
their poison tongues, poison hearts
burning cold...
now let the final darkness fall
[chorus:]
'...the dream of the new disease
on wings of euphoria...
sucking terror from the needle scars...'

22 years of pain
and i can feel it closing in
the will to rise above
tearing my insides out
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