Cold Hearted Town, Pt. 2

(الألبوم: Cold Hearted Town - 2013)

Thick black smoke hangs low
At mouth-line to most
The houses all in ruin;
Every other business closed
The acid rain flashes;
The smell of rotting meat
Two hundred thousand people living in tents along the street

Go buy a suicide connection
Or a child for half the price:
You can treat him like a dog
And only feed him bowls of rice

This is a place of constant anguish, of suffering and greed
If you can scale the razor walls and try to leave
You might get out of this

Cold hearted
Cold hearted town
Cold hearted
Cold hearted town
Cold hearted
Cold hearted town
Cold hearted
It's a cold hearted town

"Get to the lake," she sings, "of campfires and radios, of broken wings, settled fires, and paints
Get the men their money to make the factories move
Raze the mountains and the deserts and the lakes."

Go buy a suicide connection
Or a child for half the price:
You can treat him like a dog
And only feed him bowls of rice

This is an idol on a hilltop of suffering and pain
If you can scale the razor walls and try to get away
You might get out of this
You can't get out of this
You just can't erase this place if you try, it's a

Cold hearted
Cold hearted town
Cold hearted
Cold hearted town
Cold hearted
Cold hearted town
Cold hearted
It's a cold hearted town