Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains   We get along and their very boones decay   Try to find what little else remain   My heart still beating but I'm feeling so restrained      You try to make a living by using what you got   But the way that it's been going   Well you gonna get shot   He's an old cold hand      Missfortune passed down from long times ago   Been rendered senseless in a temple made of gold   I heard you're really out here all alone   I'm stuck in limbo and you're perched atop a throne      You try to make a living by using what you got   But the way that it's been going   Well you better run fast   He's an old cold hand      Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains   We get along and their very boones decay   Try to find what little else remain   My heart still beating but I'm feeling so restrained      You try to make a living by using what you got   But the way that it's been going   Well you gonna get shot   He's an old cold hand      You try to make a living by using what you got   But the way that it's been going   Well you better run fast   He's an old cold hand   He's an old cold hand   He's an old cold hand