Cold Stone

In the sky you're runnin'
 white liquid at your feet
 mismercied through the darkness
 look so obsolete
 now the walls are falling
 now that you are free
 will you pin your hopes on lies
 don't pin them on me
 we're goin' down slow
 we're in a hole
 to beg a please
 now rest for me
 beneath the sky you're runnin'
 white mucous skin you throw
 chase out a bloodstained weasel
 just might be a stow
 through the velvet forrest
 white whitnesses at hand
 oh brave soldier what's so sad
 don't you understand
 we're goin' down slow
 we're in a hole
 to beg a please
 now rest for me
 This world is just cold stone
 this world is just cold stone
 this world is just cold stone
 we're in a hole
 we're goin' down slow
 to beg a please
 now rest for me