Žodžiai dainai: Goldust. Split 10. Burn Cold.

Good and evil
heaven and hell
drifting apart
but meaning well
its a matter
of life and death
burn cold to
find a rest

the scars, the scratches i confess i burned the bridges
the bruises, the pains cant wish them away
gotta keep me alive in this constanct decay
its better to burn cold than to fade away

you have seen me trying (trying)
i was so close to fail
you have heard me lieing (lieing)
i was only lieing in despair

you will never witness my last breath
cause this is a survivors heart
it will blow up in your face