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Mushroomhead Lyrics for Song: Becoming Cold (216)
 Lyrics for Album: XIII [2003]
 
 
 
 13036>Never heard my name called never anyone 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
 
 Castaway the last to know that the dream is gone
 
 
 
 Everyday life takes it's toll
 
 When are we going home
 
 Becoming cold
 
 
 
 How did we get here and what are we alive for
 
 Give me a reason 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
 
 
 
 Everyday life takes it's toll
 
 When are we going home
 
 Everyday life takes it's toll
 
 When are we going home
 
 
 
 The deviants will deviate rewrite the rules alleviate
 
 A martyrs meant to mediate messiahs mend the word
 
 
 
 Never heard my name called never anyone at all
 
 Never in the right at the heart of every fault
 
 I feel no pulse
 
 Time to write me off
 
 No vital signs
 
 A forced impulse
 
 Among idol minds
 
 
 
 Everyday life takes it's toll
 
 When are we going home
 
 Becoming cold
 
 
 
 How did we get here and what are we alive for
 
 Give me a reason 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
 
 
 
 How did we get here and what are we alive for
 
 Give me a reason to murder my idols
 
 Some heads have got to roll
 
 
 
 Everyday life takes it's toll
 
 When are we going home
 
 Everyday life takes it's toll
 
 When are we going home
 
 
 
 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
 
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