8 Graves - Cold World

Wanna take the words you're speaking off your tongue
Pull color from the summer skies
Wanna make the birds forget all of their songs
Pull wings off all the butterflies (Someone said the)

Earth's gone rotten to the core
Suffer for what you adore (Ahh-ahh)
When death comes knocking at my door
I'm supposed to thank the lord for the fact that I was born

Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in
Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in
Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world

Put you in the ground, throw money at your grave
Then tell you that you're still alive
Watch the beauty drown, cold-blooded in the wave
Then smile while you apologize (Someone said the)

Earth's gone rotten to the core
Suffer for what you adore (Ahh-ahh)
When death comes knocking at my door
I'm supposed to thank the lord for the fact that I was born
[Chorus]
Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in
Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in
Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world
Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in
Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in

Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world
Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world we're living in
Oh, my, my, what a cold, cold world