At the Gates - Cold Lyrics

To rid the earth of the filth
To rid the earth of the lies
The will to rise above
Tearing my inside out

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I feel my soul go cold
Only the dead are smiling

To rid your heart of all lies
Their poison tongues, poison hearts
Burning cold
Now let the final darkness fall

[Chorus]

'The dream of the new disease
On wings of euphoria
Sucking terror from the needle scars'

Twenty two years of pain
And I can feel it closing in
The will to rise above
Tearing my insides out

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