Cold in my land    Whate'er the time I've been    Running too fast or walking too slow    For a long time      Tomorrow I will hate    and celebrate my greed    Wandering the waste    And tasting my heart    Smells like sour and filth      Tears don't belong to me    And no one else,    I'm running to my hell    'Cause none of us can make a stand      Running to my hell      Cold rain, rush me into my hell   All alone when light's off   We are born to procreate    And subjugate      Tears don't belong to me    And no one else   I'm running to my hell    'Cause none of us can make a stand      Running to my hell      Cold Waste of a bloody    Taste we're alone    And ready to fall   Frontiers without volunteers   Who asked for a penny of love?    Skyscrapers with a hellish view from above   We're ready to fall   Cold Soul, if you're feeling old you can call    When you can't go on