Cold Brains Lyrics

Cold brains,
Unmoved,
Untouched,
Unglued,
Alone at last.

No thoughts,
No mind,
To rot
Behind
A trail of disasters.

A final the curse,
Abandoned hearse,
We ride disowned,
Corroded to the bone.

The fields
Of green
Are bent,
Obscene,
I lay upon the gravel.

A worm of hope,
A hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other.

A final curse,
Abandoned hearse,
We write this song,
Corroded to the bone.

A bird
Of song
Is heard
No longer
In the evacuated heavens.

And the drain
Is drawn,
And drained
And gone,
And on and on, it doesn't matter.

A final curse,
Abandoned hearse,
We rock the salt,
Corroded to the bone.