Rocket From The Tombs Follow

gotta close my mind
gotta hold on tight
gonna do it hard
gonna do it right

gotta close my mind
gotta be so cold
'til this bright, white heat
is gonna take it's toll

come drift in real slow
out in the street
and out of the dark
out in the light

under the lamp
where life gets weird
I've seen it all before
all this bright, white cold

all the pretty living dead
pretty egos to be fed
i'm glad that i
just can't care
so glad that it's
getting there

talking real low sweet
watching me real close
make it seem so nice
when it's just like ice

when it's dead and gone
when it's sucked so dry
when it's black and cold
on this bright bright street

all the pretty living dead
pretty egos to be fed
i'm glad that i
just can't care
so glad that it's
getting there

gotta feel that way
gonna end that way
so easy just to give it up
so hard to really care

maybe i will fall
I have no hope at all
better than being no use at all (then I'll be no use at all)
all this bright, white heat

there will be no use at all
all this bright, white heat
then I'll be no use at all
all this bright, white heat