| You know the yolk it's spreading from | |
| You laugh as people scatter 'bout | |
| Surrounded by a veil of stars | |
| You realize your life is dark | |
| Earth gets colder every day | |
| If scientists could have their way | |
| They'd study us from far away | |
| And watch as people's minds decay | |
| Cold | |
| Your body's in the hands of fools | |
| With swimming pools and low iq's | |
| There's nothing to see, nothing to do | |
| Buy your stocks and sell your jewels | |
| Bill collectors stole my mail | |
| My wife and kids are all for sale | |
| I hope to god I go to jail | |
| And no one can come up with bail | |
| Cold life | |
| I can't control my buried thoughts | |
| The slightest thing makes me distraught | |
| I'm like the people I once fought | |
| My every action's being bought | |
| Robot trainers earn their pay | |
| As mutant kids go out to play | |
| It's such a pretty pretty day | |
| With orange nights and days of grey | |
| Cold | |
| I've now become a nervous wreck | |
| I'm getting closer to my death | |
| I keep expecting my last breath | |
| As all my friends just laugh and jest | |
| The earth is such a filthy place | |
| And human such an awful race | |
| And I'd rather live in outer space | |
| Where death goes at a slower pace | |
| Cold life |