Everybody's talking About death that creeps Television breaking every cord of effects My mind is distracted And I'm running around My heart is pounding to the killing sound Please keep my soul I feel its growing cold Please keep my soul I feel its groin cold cold cold Heroin is cheep And its all to excessible The streets are filled with people Who beg, who beg, who beg I'm not an angel Or a saint from the skies The air is filled with ducks And its blinding my eye Please keep my soul I feel its growing cold Please keep my sole I feel its groin cold, cold, cold Please keep my soul I feel its growing cold Please keep my soul I feel its groin cold, cold, cold Theres more to life than my eye can see I've had a glimpse of eternity Theres more to life than my eye can see People who care about my Redemption Please keep my soul I feel its growing cold Please keep my soul I feel its groin cold, cold Please keep my soul I feel its growing cold Please keep my soul I feel its groin cold, cold Cold...