Cold Hand Songtext
von Grope

I feel a cold hand on my head
My scream for help is drowned in fear
I am numb, the last word has been said
Communicating with a tear

I feel a cold hand on my back
I see the cold hand is my own
Chocking, swearing, I can′t make myself break
I'm cynical, but it′s never shown

Words are glowing cold
Suffering alone
Now I swallow hope
Cynical by law
Sickening and raw
Sympathy for hate

I feel a cold hand on my tomb
I hear you laughing while you dance
Pain goes on without me, I assume
I realize there was no hands


Words are glowing cold
Suffering alone
Now I swallow hope
Cynical by law
Sickening and raw
Sympathy for hate

I release myself from life
Every word that's been said will change
I have nailed myself to the cross
While you obey I'll make you pay
Pay, pay, pay, pay

Gone insane from the pain
Gone insane from the shame

Words are glowing cold
Suffering alone
Now I swallow hope
Cynical by law
Sickening and raw
Sympathy for hate