My cold, dead hands refuse to let go
This runaway train speeding down the tracks
This fucked world still spinning
My feet planted in despair
My soul aching for you
Crack a smile though chapped lips
A glimps of humour found in this pit of horror
It couldn't get any worse but that's funny somehow
Waiting for a nuclear winter
To making me as lonely as I feel
My mind on the brink of breakdown
Face to face with my own self hatred
Please give me anything
Just to shut up the voices
