Best Served Cold Songtext
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Take my hand
My vision′s clear
I won't pretend
The truth is near

I have no idea why we are here
The only thing I have is imagery
I′ll pass it on
Pass it on
So they won't know
What's going on


They clogged our pores
Poured our soul
In a jar
Served best cold
Sold
They clogged our pores
Poured our soul
In a jar
Served best cold
Sold

They will use our fears
And whisper softly

They′ll plant their ideas
It will sound so easy

They clogged our pores
Poured our soul
In a jar
Served best cold
Sold
They clogged our pores
Poured our soul
In a jar
Served best cold
Sold

I taste the bitterness of your palm
Unable to lead me blindly
I taste the bitterness
Of your palm
Unable to mute me