BECK - Cold Brains lyrics

rate me

Cold brains,

Unmoved,

Untouched,

Unglued

Alone at last

No thoughts,

No mind

To rot

Behind

A trail of disasters

A final curse

Abandoned hearse

We ride disowned

Corroded to the bone

The fields of green

Are bent, obscene

I lay upon the gravel

A worm of hope

A hangman's rope

Pulls me one way or the other

A final curse

Abandoned hearse

We write this song

Corroded to the bone

A bird of song

Is heard no longer

In the evacuated heavens

The drain is drawn

And drained and gone

And on and on, it doesn't matter

A final curse

Abandoned hearse

We ride this old

Corroded to the bone