Withered and Cold

It’s a long, dark hall to walk through
With walls of glass that reflect the worst
The soul within lies bruised
With a dozen angry fists wanting first

To strike at your weakness, to exploit all your wrongs
To make you so hateful, to make sure you belong
To the darkness within, the deepest of sin
And never want to go
Away from all this woe

There are souls that are beautiful, and souls that are bold
But the souls that serve themselves are withered and cold
They’re withered and cold

So the light is weak and flickering
So feeble when there’s vultures near
And despite all of this bickering
All you want is escape from fear

It’s got a hold of your heart and it’s tearing apart
All the innocence left ‘til your gaping chest
Is just breathing in tears, and over the years
It gets too tough
And you never look up

There are souls that are beautiful, and souls that are bold
But the souls that serve themselves are withered and cold
They’re withered and cold

Children’s games are all the same
“He said, she said”, “she’s so vain”
“She is full of all that’s foul
But I’ll be nice to her face, anyhow"
I’ll be nice to her face, anyhow

There are souls that are beautiful, and souls that are bold
But the souls that serve themselves are withered and cold
(repeat)
They’re withered and cold