Mushroomhead - Becoming Cold (216) lyrics

Never heard my name called
Never any one at all
Never in the right
At the heart of every fault
Time to write me off

Demand the antidote
To rescue this stranded soul
Cast away the last you know
That the dream is gone

Every day life takes it's toll [x2]
When are we going home
Becoming cold
How did we get here? [x2]
What are we alive for?
Give me a reason [x2]
To murder my idols

Save your faith
For the faithless we need it most
Need something to believe in
But nothing comes close
Hindsight won't let me sleep at night
Amputate this foolish pride
Minds eye pickled in cyanide
And I can laugh at myself

Every day life takes it's toll [x2]
When are we going home?
[x2]

The deviants will deviate
Rewrite the rules alleviate
A martyrs meant to mediate
Messiahs mend the word

Never heard my name called
Never any one at all
Never in the right
At the heart of every fault
Time to write me off

I feel no pulse
No vital signs
A forced impulse
Among idol minds

Every day life takes it's toll [x2]
When are we going home?
Becoming cold
How did we get here? [x2]
What are we alive for?
Give me a reason [x2]
To murder my idols

Save your faith
For the faithless we need it most
How did we get here?
Need something to believe in
But nothing comes close
What are we alive for?
Hindsight won't let me sleep at night
Give me a reason
Amputate this foolish pride
Give me a reason
Minds eye pickled in cyanide
To murder my idols
And I can laugh at myself

Some heads have got to roll

Every day life takes it's toll [x2]
When are we going home?
[x2]

You made me what I am today
The toll that my life's taken everyday
Don't think I'll ever make it home
Not going home
I won't forget where I came from
Or what you made me
Some heads have got to roll