Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Becoming Cold (216) , by - Mushroomhead. Song from the album XIII, in the genre Ню-металRelease date: 31.12.2002
Record label: A Universal Records Release;
Song language: English
Becoming Cold (216) |
| Never heard my name called |
| Never any one at all |
| Never in the right |
| At the heart of every fault |
| Time to write me off |
| (Demand the antidote |
| To rescue this stranded soul |
| Cast away the last you know |
| That the dream is gone) |
| Every day life takes it’s toll |
| Every day life takes it’s toll |
| When are we going home |
| Becoming cold |
| How did we get here |
| How did we get here |
| What are we alive for |
| Give me a reason |
| Give me a reason |
| To murder my idols |
| (save your faith for the faithless we need it most |
| Need something to believe in but nothing comes close |
| Hindsight won’t let me sleep at night amputate this foolish pride |
| Minds eye pickled in cyanide and I can laugh at myself) |
| The deviants will deviate rewrite the rules alleviate |
| A martyrs meant to mediate messiahs mend the word |
| Never heard my name called |
| Never any one at all |
| Never in the right |
| At the heart of every fault |
| Time to write me off |
| I feel no pulse |
| No vital signs |
| A forced impulse |
| Among idol minds |
| Every day life takes it’s toll |
| Every day life takes it’s toll |
| When are we going home |
| Becoming cold |
| How did we get here |
| How did we get here |
| What are we alive for |
| Give me a reason |
| Give me a reason |
| To murder my idols |
| (save your faith for the faithless we need it most |
| Need something to believe in but nothing comes close |
| Hindsight won’t let me sleep at night amputate this foolish pride |
| Minds eye pickled in cyanide and I can laugh at myself) |
| How did we get here |
| How did we get here |
| What are we alive for |
| Give me a reason |
| Give me a reason |
| To murder my idols |
| Some heads have got to roll |
| Every day life takes it’s toll |
| Every day life takes it’s toll |
| When are we going home |
| You made me what I am today |
| The toll that my life’s taken everyday |
| Don’t think I’ll ever make it home |
| (Not going home) |
| I won’t forget where I came from |
| Or what you made me |
| Some heads have got to roll |