Becoming Cold (216)

I think it's about the downside of being a sceptic. So he's found out all the faults in other peoples thoughts and believes, but he can't find the truth he somehow feels he has to get at (hence: Amputate this foolish pride. My tongue pickled in cyanide, I can laugh at myself). He even doubts whether his rationality and skepticism is the right way to go by (hence: Give me a reason to murder my idols & Save your faith for the faithless, we need it most.) He'd like to be convinced of something he could truly believe in, but there isn't anything that can stand up to his standards. He want's a foolproof AND geniusproof religion, one without contradictions and faults and flaws, and someone with a true belief to show him the way and proof it's the right one (Messiahs mend the word), but there's no one around with that ardent and true belief who could show him, as most people just follow sheepishly what they've been told (I feel no pulse, no vital signs. A forced impusle among idle minds) without ever asking the questions that bother him. Although he cannot belief (Need something to believe in but nothing comes close), he is a more religious person than most so-called believers, as he really suffers from his lack of understanding, from having "killed his idols" (Hindsight won't let me sleep at night). But this he has to follow this path (Heads have got to roll) in order to find something that isn't just an illusion... I couldn't disagree more with oKySP. He hasn't grown cold at all, he's boiling with doubt and he BURNS for finding the answers, whereas some people just stop once they think they've found the answers and just shut their mind to any questions that might shake the foundations of their believe. I think this song expresses the pain of a person that's got a strong religious urge, an active searcher for truth, who is on the verge of becoming an agnostic (Don't think I'll ever make it home), but nevertheless doesn't give up his search (I won't forget where I came from). You made me what I am today is his adress to a god he cannot truly believe in (or maybe half-way he does), and all his thinking is 'The toll that my life's taken everyday'. One day, 'Some heads have got to roll' (whether it be his own or that of god / his last remains of belief in him). At the moment the struggle is just too much. These lyrics are so good!