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Mushroomhead( Mushroom Head )
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Becoming Cold
Never heard my name called, never anyone at all Never in the right at the heart of every fault Time to write me off
Demand the antidote to rescue this stranded soul Castaway the last to know that the dream is gone
Everyday life takes its toll (Everyday life takes its toll) When are we going home? Becoming cold
How did we get here? (How did we get here?) What are we alive for?
Give me the reason (Give me the reason) To murder my idols
Save your faith for the faithless, we need it most Need something to believe in but nothing comes close Hindsight won't let me sleep at night, amputate this foolish pride Minds eye pickled in cyanide and I can laugh at myself
Everyday life takes its toll (Everyday life takes its toll) When are we going home
Everyday life takes its toll (Everyday life takes its toll) When are we going home
The deviants will deviate, rewrite the rules, alleviate A martyrs meant to mediate, Messiahs mend the word
Never heard my name called, never anyone at all Never in the right at the heart of every fault
I feel no pulse, no vital signs (Time to write me off) A forced impulse among idol minds
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Everyday life takes its toll (Everyday life takes its toll) When are we going home? Becoming cold
How did we get here? (How did we get here?) What are we alive for?
Give me the reason (Give me the reason) To murder my idols
Save your faith for the faithless, we need it most (How did we get here?) Need something to believe in but nothing comes close (And what are we alive for?)
Hindsight won't let me sleep at night, amputate this foolish pride (Give me a reason) Minds eye pickled in cyanide and I can laugh at myself (To murder my idols) Heads have got to roll
Everyday life takes its toll (Everyday life takes its toll) When are we going home
Everyday life takes its toll (Everyday life takes its toll) When are we going home
You made me what I am today The toll that my life's taken everyday Don't think I'll ever make it home (Not going home)
I won't forget where I came from (Or what you made me) Some heads have got to roll (Roll)
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