• We run from something in nothing,
    In a dream in reality.
    Living in fear,
    Afraid just to see
    Out the window.

    It's a cold, cold life
    and we're living in the middle of it.
    It's a hot, hot hell
    and they'll be payin' for it.
    It's a dark, dark world
    and we're fightin' for fraudulent lies.
    Oh, what have they done?
    Oh, why did we follow?

    We live in fear of what hides
    around the corner.
    Staring at death,
    smilin' back.
    Holdin' his blade
    in pure hatred.


    It's a cold, cold life
    and we're living in the middle of it.
    It's a hot, hot hell
    and they'll be payin' for it.
    It's a dark, dark world
    and we believe fraudulent lies.

    And they lie! They lie!
    We try, but we die!

    But don't cry. Don't you cry.
    Because...
    There's a warm, warm place
    lost somewhere out over there.
    There's a dead, dead faith
    lost somewhere over here.
    There's a great, great love
    lost somewhere among our hearts.

    And we'll find it.
    Yes, we'll find it.
    Oh, we'll find it.
    Yes, we'll find it.

    It's a cold, cold life
    and it can be warmed up.
    It's a hot, hot hell
    that they will pay for.
    It's a dark, dark world
    devoid of hidden, hidden life.
    Oh, why can't we find it?
    Oh, what have we done?

    They will pay. They'll pay!
    We'll try, and end the fray!

    Oh, but it's a cold, cold life
    and we live in the middle of it.
    It's a hot, hot hell
    and they'll be payin' for it.
    It's a dark, dark world
    and we believe its fraudulent lives.

    It's a silent, silent end
    to this long fable.
    It's a quiet, quiet salary
    paid to the infernal.
    It's a grim, grim start
    for the afflicted.

    But we'll be back.
    They will rue us.
    We'll be back.
    And so
    will faith.