Bleeding hearts will never stop 
What bleeding lips will start, I'll make your mother 
Take your friends, and take your hands 
And ride the feeding cart... 

Your little dreams are nothing now 
Your dreams are nothing to me, I'll make another 
Piece from all the crap around and keep the best for me 
I seem never to get the message through 
That shit should mean something to you 
I tell you brother, it's easy to hold the imaging 
Of the cod metal king 

Falling, we're falling... Back at beginnings 
Don't mean a thing when you come to the cod metal king 
You can't deny the power of the millions who are weak 
They never bother to take a look 
At what it takes, to get us through the sheep 

3 am 
I drive alone 
I drive where no one will follow me 
I keep it low 
Inside my coat 
I keep it there for me 
And I can't believe 
We've pass the point 
I can't believe we're through, I take another 
Look around 
And track it down 
And disease was right in you