A Colour Cold Black - My Cynical Survival

the fear, the lies - the cruelty
the glory, the tales - the jealousy
insanities - the morphine
things to adore - crumble to dust
within the hype - you call your name
and then I feel - the nihil
the fear, the lies - the cruelty
the glory, the tales - the jealousy
insanities - the morphine

I feel like one of a million
I feel like I'm all alone
the moral of the story turns to misinterpretation
dismember the values into what you feel

so never, so cynical
the only truth is nothing
I don't believe you dreaming
and I'll wipe it all away
dismember the values into what you feel

blue, pale, blind
I sure don't mind to spoil it
waste what you find
I'll be your downer
the corroder
I leave nothing behind
I refuse to swallow the hollow