Killstar (The Cold World)

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    Strike the match in a cold world
    A cold world set aflame
    Scratch whatever itch you need
    'Cause it's blind leading blind and we're all fucked the same

    Sip the wine while the cold world
    The cold world eats itself alive
    Stemming the plague with a smile
    No artificial stimulation will detoxify the shame inside

    Where the miracles go to die, and the lovers are filled with spite
    And the murderers sleep so tight
    Where the richest eclipse the Sun, killing a star just to fill their cup
    Made it so easy to reach for the gun
    And set ourselves on fire

    It's excessive
    There's more than seven ways to sin
    So ironic how condemning yourself down is exactly the way in
    Would you do it to yourself?
    Would you do it to the ones you love?
    Don't you cry for the horror
    The cold world forced you to see?
    Sometimes I wonder if you like it, you like it
    I bet you'd pay to watch some people bleed

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    Hands up
    Pray for the wicked, pay their way up
    Sending our love all the way to the top for the fuckers to chew it up
    And spit it out like it's offensive
    Mask off, no pretending
    Sympathy's gone, you spent it
    Making war's fun, but who ends it?

    Hands up
    Give us something nice to dream about
    Blanketed by a thick haze, we hallucinate as our lungs give out
    Falling stars making craters out of our homes
    A billion with their hands up and one foot in the grave, forever cast in stone

    How does it feel to keep thriving as if you've earned it?
    If it's your hand that feeds, I'm sharpening my razor teeth

    Bite down, let the poison run (let the poison run)
    Though it hurts, just bite down, let the poison run

    Cold world
    (It's out with the old world, there's fear in your eyes)
    'Cause there's a galaxy burned into your legacy forever
    Did you do it to yourself?
    Did you neutralize the shame inside?

    Where the miracles go to die, and the lovers are filled with spite
    And the murderers sleep so tight (sleep so tight, they sleep so tight)
    Where the richest eclipse the Sun, killing a star just to fill their cup
    Made it so easy to reach for the gun
    And set ourselves on fire

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