Cold
de At The Gates
To rid the earth of the filth 
To rid the earth of the lies 
To will the rise above 
Tearing my insides out 
I feel my soul go cold 
Only the dead are smiling 
To rid your heart of all lies 
Their poison tongues, poison hearts 
Burning cold... 
Now let the final darkness fall 
I feel my soul go cold 
Only the dead are smiling 
"...The dream of the new disease 
On wings of euphoria.. 
Sucking terror from the needle scars..." 
22 years of pain And I can feel it closing in 
The will to rise above 
Tearing my insides out 
I feel my soul go cold 
Only the dead are smiling
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