MadChild - Cold Crush lyrics

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MadChild - Cold Crush lyrics

[Verse 1] Kids ain’t ready for the style I got My life’s a f**ing horror movie with the violent plot And I can feel my thoughts cracking and bending No turning back and there’s no happy ending I’m climbing walls with anxiety Walking zombie, I’m not going quietly Ay, I’m the northwest best In the grey and black North Face Gore-Tex vest Who want slide down my vortex next? Smoke tobacco. Shining with stars to a black hole That’s what I get for being such an a**hole Want to put a rope around my neck like a la**o Rain’s coming, clouds rolling over head Words pouring from my head Be a warrior ‘til I’m dead But I don’t want to meet Joe Black, I’m not ready yet Long black box with roses and poinsettias [Verse 2] Yo, yeah Hit the stage with radicalised battle cries Unintentional role model with bad advice Between a rock and a hard place My favourite movies were Goodfellas and Scarface And God Father. Guess I took that sh** too literal Wasted twenty years of my life rolling with criminals Snort coke, get a dirty and perverted mind It’s not a good look doing coke at thirty-nine Put that lame sh** to bed, change the chapter ‘Cause when my head’s clear you’ll still feel my rapture Plus there’s so much out still to capture I’m recharged, ready to go Be an adapter Through the storm to the path of illumination Even if you feel like you’re half of a wrong creation My whole life been babbling gloomy statements But now feel like my brain’s unravelling doom and hatred (f**!) [Verse 3] Blow my brains out and drop to the pavement What if there’s more then I’m locked up with Satan Burning for eternity does not sound appealing So now I’m kneeling looking up past the ceiling Ask God’s forgiveness and please start me healing ‘Cause if you mean it, I swear you could feel it Tears drop leaving stains on this paper, I’m writing on You can’t give up, you just keep fighting on Mad the destroyer or Madchild the healer? Don’t be afraid, let your love out. Reveal it Feeling chained to my list of regrets So many barely move breaking into a sweat And everything’s dark and grey. I see no colour Break free from my past, need bolt cutters Unless it’s family or blood, don’t trust others I’m getting older but still cold crush brother