Lyrics Heavenly Metals - Cold Cave

Heavenly Metals

I was born in the middle of a war
The hospital was the last thing to fall out
Located on the dark end of where a street used to be
It was the last functioning building, when the apocalypse junkyard
Put android snipers on the roof in a hidden chamber
Shot full of uppers, downers and all rounders
The walls are created white with silver, red and blue lining
The colours were designed to promote the promise of a fantastic future
A better tomorrow, instead we got this
The dream was at once flown from the IVs
Would pump you full of heavenly metals
That personally hand you a ticket to somewhere better
The 23rd dimension, was where I came to
My coma in the metallic candy-land was once again interrupted
I kept trying to get out, but it always happens
The second our waves overlap
I try to connect hands with her
But she pushes me away
Away from herself and the black velvet ripple that eats up the sky;
It is always behind her
These holes hover over all of us
Maybe it’s a sign…
I wake up thirsty yet again
To the floods of acid rain
Frustrated, from being that close to someone that I could actually function with
I think she feels it too
Even though she is hesitant she keeps showing up
It’s not my dream anymore, It’s ours
No longer content with the dream
But since made only to disappeared objects
I need to feel these objects disappear with my own teeth
I’m sorry if I’ve gotten sloppy with these electronic dreams
But they’re all I have
A cosmic force, of a forgotten element
Keeps the dreamlike solution
Of the perfect dream, the one that may never arrive
The wretched robotic, smoke-stained, amputee night nurses
Try to harmonize my future
They are all tone deaf, their shrieks break the windows that we no longer have
Icicles fall from the ceiling
Impaling anyone who is unfortunate enough to be taking shelter under there
What am I doing here?
Is this hell or is this hell somewhere much worse
That I will soon taste
Will I ever know of another place, or should I stay?
Will I ever get to feel any other place?
For now my mind may paint other landscapes
But my feet only know of this decay.
So I bask in it
If I’ve learnt one thing in this junkyard, it is this:
Things may worsen at any given moment
So no matter if I’m dodging, pushing soldiers into shrapnel, their feet torn
apart
By my dream lover, the one with a monitor for a head
But next I could only have me dreaming of such luxuries
I often think of pulling the plug
But I’ve heard it only gets worse
The ancients tell me to enjoy this hell
Because it’s angelic compared to
Door number 23