Cold

Industrial/Nu Metal band from Los Angeles, California (USA). Static-X formed in 1994 and released six studio album before going on a hiatus in 2010. In 2012-2013 frontman Wayne Static toured with his solo band under the name Static-X. Arguments about using the name with Campos led to Wayne Static touring under his own name instead of Static-X until his death in 2014. On October 23, 2018, The remaining original Static-X lineup bassist Tony Campos, guitarist Koichi Fukuda and drummer Ken Jay announced that they were reforming the band in Static's honor, and would release Project Regeneration, their first studio album in eleven years. Members past & present: Ken Jay, Koichi Fukuda, Nick Oshiro, Tony Campos, Tripp Eisen, Wayne Wells, Xer0.

Which is more elusive: freedom or sanity? When one disappears, the other follows so quickly Certain species, races, beings are gifted, you see With the power to rob us of either Should they feel so inclined to bother The land is run by a man-made set of rules Described as Holy or patriotic tools Ethics are invented, although a consciousness is not Adamant beliefs are highly protected And when challenged frequently emerge victorious You can't speak, think or feel Severed wings never heal So justifies the kill Wait out the winter Under forced custody The static cold feels more like home Than this open-armed penitentiary And we embrace the comfort of lost liberty So fictile is identity without self-governance That's why free-thinkers always feel so lost and desperate And I just witnessed my first death I watched the last escaping breath I just saw a life turn into death For them to claim it doesn't count is reckless, blind ignorance A cry for help - silenced I saw her go... I don't know where A frightened stare became a lifeless glare Suddenly she was no longer there with me Although I'm there with her I didn't know when it was okay to exhale The excuse-making race decides That breaking their own laws applies But taking any life is wrong I feel the pain for every one Though you can stand, learn, still ignore The weight of knowledge cracks glass floors Ink runs quickly, blood runs slow So wait for the rain waters to flood the snow Wait out the winter Under forced custody The static cold feels more like home Than this open-armed penitentiary And we embrace the comfort of... Disgrace yourself because you've caged yourself in Destined path's a dead-end Eyes take snapshots from broken clocks Motion slows to a sleep-walk And senses shut down with the frost And all is ending Mental hibernation