Cold lies, the substance of the chains that tie us to our pain
Then we're promised some relief, relief from this state

Weak pulse, weak pulse
Don't call the ambulance as my heart stops
Weak pulse, falling out of the rhythm
Rhythm of this hopeless dance
All I can hear is my voice calling out into
Into the void, met with no reply
No answer to agony

There's no solace in this meaningless existence

Cold lies