Stone Cold - The Lust

New groovy day is about to begin

And I realize — nothing’s gonna change

What’s caging in.

Stone cold, still born,

Time’s out, claws on,

No trace of store —

Place your dreams don’t want to live.

No more.

Pain and me 're against bizzare machinery of freedom.

Flames behind your eyes are everyday with rain in struggle.

While meeting face to face with point of no return,

Don’t forget — it wasn’t your decision to be born.

You have to open the next door, like the next one.

But this pain and flames behind your eyes

Remain engines of decay.