Gotta close my mind Gotta hold on tight Gonna do it hard Gonna do it right Gotta close my mind Gotta be so cold 'Til this bright, white heat Gonna take it's toll Cold drifting real slow Out in the street And out of the dark All in the light Under the lamp Where life gets ill I've seen it all before All this bright hoar All the pretty living dead Pretty egos to be fed I'm glad that I Just can't care So glad that it's Getting there Talking real low sweet Watching me real close Make it seem so nice When it's just like ice When it's dead and gone When it's sucked so dry When it's black and cold On this bright bright street All the pretty living dead Pretty egos to be fed I'm glad that I Just can't care So glad that it's Getting there Gotta feel that way Gonna end that way So easy just to give it up So hard to really care Maybe I will fall I have no hope at all Then I'll be no use at all All this bright, white heat Then I'll be no use at all All this bright, white heat Then I'll be no use at all All this bright, white heat