Didn't take the right path
Didn't take the left
Stood in the middle of the road
A secret kept
Didn't take forever
Took way too long
Said maybe never
But never was wrong
Lost! In the deepest of holes
Afraid of losing control
With a heart made of coal
Your oily black soul
Definition of cold
You were playing so bold
Now just look what you've sold
It's your oily black soul
We would throw you right back
Keep you out of our sight
You've nothing to attack
And you've got no one to slight
Didn't you once say
You would fight for us
Making your own way
Freedom becomes your drug
Run! In the deepest of holes
Afraid of losing control
With a heart made of coal
Your oily black soul
Definition of cold
You were playing so bold
Now just look what you've sold
It's your oily black soul
Nobody's going to listen to you now
You've been so blinded, standing up in the clouds
So scared of heights, girl, but no way to get down
But with all your power there is just no way out
Chasing the banner of what you call right
Did it occur to you, maybe you have no clue
Stumbling on your way in endless night
Tormentors drawn to you, in your bronze tomb
In the deepest of holes
Afraid of losing control
With a heart made of coal
Your oily black soul
Definition of cold
You were playing so bold
Now just look what you've sold
It's your oily black soul
In the deepest of holes
Afraid of losing control
With a heart made of coal
Your oily black soul
Definition of cold
You were playing so bold
Now just look what you've sold
It's your oily black soul