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One Cold Face - Cruel Hand
So constructive in your misfortune
The mastermind of your own destruction
Feeling so small
They start to crawl to the shelter of shadows
Cast by those bound to fall
What they don't know keeps them chained to ground
Never willing to leave or even look out
The look in their eye says ready to die
Caught in a race for the casket to lie
I see their faces everyday
One thousand words in one cold face
This is a vice for those who are viceless
A way out from the world for those without ways out
Distraction for some without ways to numb
Everything that comes when under the sun
This is my vice amongst other vices
A means to ignore the whole world that surrounds us
This is my vice amongst other vices
A means to ignore the whole world
I see their faces everyday
One thousand words in one cold face
One cold face
One Cold Face
