Coldvenience Lyrics - Singles - Rotten Sound

One individual lies on a floor of an empty room 

In an apartment stuffed with functionality and a lonesome fool 

A midget size fridge full of novelties for oral needs 

Gorgeous little things to rip off the weakest of us all 

The attic above so heavy that it forces down the roof 

Inhalation made less possible by the walls closing by 

Noises coming far from below unattaching everything but a soul: 

The innermost, claimed to be divine, an object full of faults 

A hope for nobody to see 

The recession of normality 

Loaded with Hotel-TV 

Dark thoughts and mortality 

Voluntary way 

To drive you less sane 

Unexpected reactions 

From energetic persons 

One individual lies on a floor of an empty room 

In an apartment stuffed with functionality and a lonesome fool 

A midget size fridge full of novelties for oral need 

Gorgeous little things to rip off the weakest of us all 

A hope for nobody to see 

The recession of normality 

Loaded with Hotel-TV 

Dark thoughts and mortality 

Voluntary way 

To drive you less sane 

Unexpected reactions 

From energetic persons 

Mostly weak, ruined and ruptured 

Mental abilities 

Unexpected reactions 

From energetic persons