The Frozen (aol Bonus Track) Lyrics - Stone Sour

The girls on the streets all look sad in this gold encrusted little town 

Why is that? 

Isn't this the town of dreams? 

yeah... But it comes with a price 

It's a town that never does anything and yet takes all the credit 

A place that promises so much, 

But never has a thing to say, 

Or a care in the world 

There is no memory here 

No dream for itself but the dreams of others 

And all over the world you talk of a place you've only seen in re-runs 

Immortalized for it's vice, and deified for it's carnage 

(There's money in the air there) 

(All you have to do is reach up and grab it) 

In basements, garages, parking lots, empty lots, schoolyards, town cars, back rooms and more 

Diamonds are fashioned from expectations and fortified on a steady diet, 

of simple lives and red carpets 

The ejaculating zeitgeist in night vision 

Culture is a punchline and emotion is blood in the water 

The sharks here play games you can't fathom 

But you flock here anyway 

On college money and credit cards 

Spend a week bullshitting yourself that it was all true 

All of it 

Just to watch in horror as it all falls to pieces under the gravity of reality 

The starry eyes fade as it dawns on you 

Nothing is guaranteed 

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You are a part of the great divide 

The chosen or the frozen 

Now your mouth's away without a net 

Your college money's a collage of debt 

and your credit cards are all snapped in fucking half 

time to wander a landscape bereft of mercy 

This is now the back lot of your failed movie 

A waking dream re-written without your permission 

The real luster, the soft focus, the... 

Soap opera vision is just the hindsight of a world who's been lied to 

Of sad surfs and untouchable lords 

You took a chance didn't you? 

But chance didn't have a par for you this time around, maybe next life 

And you can't even walk home 

The girls on the streets all look sad in this cardboard cut-out little town 

(huh) No wonder 

That's the only thing here that's real 

The gold is for fools 

And paradise is lost but the hungry have never bothered with the cost 

Day by day they fall away like rose pedals 

Like ink that won't dry or fade 

It just runs wild down cracks and crevices, grooves and folds 

so I hope someone saves you before you get cold 

I really do 

Because the girls are all sad in this little black book 

If you don't believe me, take a closer look 

if you can 

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