Cold Brains Lyrics

Cold Brains, 
Unmoved, 
Untouched, 
Unglued 
Alone at last 
no thoughts, 
no mind 
to rot 
behind 
a trail of disasters  
a final the 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 the curse 
abandoned hearst 
we rock the salt 
corroded to the bone