Cold Brains Lyrics

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 ride disowned, 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 all in all, it doesn't matter
A final curse, abandoned hearse
We ride disowned, corroded to the bone