Interpret:

Ministry

Album:

12" Singles

cold you know the yolk it's spreading from you laugh as people scatter 
'bout surrounded by a veil of stars you realize your life is dark earth 
gets colder every day if scientists could have their way they'd study us 
from far away and watch as people's minds decay cold your body's in the 
hands of fools with swimming pools and low iq's there's nothing to see, 
nothing to do buy your stocks and sell your jewels bill collectors stole my 
mail my wife and kids are all for sale i hope to god i go to jail and no 
one can come up with bail cold life i can't control my buried thoughts the 
slightest thing makes me distraught i'm like the people i once fought my 
every action's being bought robot trainers earn their pay as mutant kids go 
out to play it's such a pretty pretty day with orange nights and days of 
grey cold i've now become a nervous wreck i'm getting closer to my death i 
keep expecting my last breath as all my friends just laugh and jest the 
earth is such a filthy place and human such an awful race and i'd rather 
live in outer space where death goes at a slower pace cold life