My Cynical Survival – A Colour Cold Black – letras

He fear, the lies-the crueltyThe glory, the tales-the jealousyInsanities-the morphineThings to adore-crumble to dustWithin the hype-you call your nameAnd then i feel-the nihilThe fear, the lies-the crueltyThe glory, the tales-the jealousyInsanities-the morphineI feel like one of a millionI feel like i’m all aloneThe moral of the story turns to misinterpretationDismember the values into what you feelSo never, so cynicalThe only truth is nothingI don’t believe you dreamingAnd i’ll wipe it all awayDismember the values into what you feelBlue, pale, blindI sure don’t mind to spoil itWaste what you findI’ll be your downerThe corroderI leave nothing behindI refuse to swallow the hollow