Cold Waste
The Foreshadowing Lyrics


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Cold in my land
Whate'er the time I've been
Running too fast or walking too slow
For a long time.

Tomorrow I will hate
and celebrate my greed
Wandering the Waste
And tasting my heart
Smells like sour and filth.

Tears don't belong to me
And no one else,
I'm running to my hell
'Cause none of us can make a stand.

Running to my hell...

Cold rain, rush me into my hell,
All alone when light's off.
We are born to procreate
And subjugate.

Tears don't belong to me
And no one else,
I'm running to my hell
'Cause none of us can make a stand.

Running to my hell...

Cold Waste of a bloody
Taste we're alone
And ready to fall.
Frontiers without volunteers.
Who asked for a penny of love?
Skyscrapers with a hellish view from above.
We're ready to fall.




Cold Soul, if you're feeling old you can call
When you can't go on...

Overall Meaning

"Cold Waste" by The Foreshadowing is a haunting song that touches upon themes of isolation, desperation, and despair. The opening verse sets the tone for the song, with the singer describing how they have been "running too fast or walking too slow for a long time" in a world that feels cold and inhospitable. The second verse delves deeper into the singer's psyche, revealing a sense of self-loathing and a willingness to embrace their own greed and wander through the cold waste that surrounds them. The chorus emphasizes how tears don't belong to anyone, and that the singer feels like they are running towards their own personal hell as they struggle to make sense of a world that seems devoid of meaning or connection.


The third verse expands upon the sense of isolation and futility that pervades the song, with the singer describing the cold rain that rushes them towards their own personal hell, where they are alone in the dark. The final lines of the verse suggest that humanity's purpose is to procreate and subjugate, implying a sense of resignation to a world that is inherently brutal and uncaring. The final chorus emphasizes the singer's feeling of helplessness in the face of this hostile world, with the repeated refrain of "running to my hell" indicating a sense of inevitability or inescapability.


Overall, "Cold Waste" is a powerful and affecting song that captures the sense of alienation and despair that many people experience in the face of the world's unrelenting cruelty and indifference.


Line by Line Meaning

Cold in my land
My world is bleak and desolate


Whate'er the time I've been
No matter how long I've lived


Running too fast or walking too slow
I'm moving too quickly or too slowly in life


For a long time.
This has been going on for a while


Tomorrow I will hate
I will despise what is to come


and celebrate my greed
At the same time, I will revel in my selfishness


Wandering the Waste
Roaming aimlessly through the desolate landscape


And tasting my heart
Exploring my innermost emotions


Smells like sour and filth.
But what I find inside is unpleasant


Tears don't belong to me
I am incapable of crying


And no one else,
Nor can anyone else shed tears for me


I'm running to my hell
I am hurtling towards my own personal damnation


'Cause none of us can make a stand.
We are all powerless to change the course of our lives


Cold rain, rush me into my hell,
The cold and damp weather only accelerates my descent into darkness


All alone when light's off.
Abandoned and isolated when night falls


We are born to procreate
Our only purpose is to reproduce


And subjugate.
And to dominate and control others


Cold Waste of a bloody
The barren and unforgiving landscape is drenched in blood


Taste we're alone
We are all by ourselves here


And ready to fall.
And teetering on the brink of destruction


Frontiers without volunteers.
There is no one willing to venture into these uncharted territories


Who asked for a penny of love?
No one ever asked for affection or compassion


Skyscrapers with a hellish view from above.
Even the towering buildings only reveal the unpleasantness from on high


We're ready to fall.
We are all poised to collapse


Cold Soul, if you're feeling old you can call
If you're feeling defeated, you can reach out to me


When you can't go on...
When you feel like you can't continue




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