The Cold Ones

This is us No redemption, no heat can stop the cold As they speak of higher powers Their necrotomies will show They are fucked There's no stopping us We are the cold ones Another day, another death We'll rot until there's nothing left We'll rot until there's nothing left There's nothing left I've seen the holiest in death Eternally wed to survival Slaves to the bible And as you lay there a corpse Begging for rest You'll rot until there's nothing left We are the cold ones Another day, another motherfucking death Death I hear the voices calling out from deep inside of me Tells me to kill Maybe they are right? I hear the voices calling out, their cries are deafening It's time to kill The cold ones own the night I hear the voices calling out from deep inside of me Tells me to kill Maybe they are right? I hear the voices calling out, their cries are deafening It's time to kill The cold ones own the night