[Verse 1] Season of the witch Ash on my sleeves She taught me hunger How to make them believe I miss how rich She made me feel They made me sick And called it a deal They made me kill Little pieces of heart One more line signed Tore my name apart They made me deal From a hollow reel There was something in the dark They swore to conceal [Chorus] Cold piece of work Just a cold piece of work All that gold in my hands Turned to dirt on my shirt You say there’s nothing wrong It’s just part of the plan But it’s how long you can play it How you play your hand (yeah) [Verse 2] I miss the way She dressed my wounds Sugar on the poison Flowers in the fumes Thought I was rich Just counting the scars Counting every secret Buried in the car On the real You feel it When the mask won’t fit They fed me every script I could never forget There was nothing wrong Till the silence began It’s how long you can fake it Before it eats through the man [Chorus] Cold piece of work Just a cold piece of work All that gold in my hands Turned to dirt on my shirt You say there’s nothing wrong It’s just part of the plan But it’s how long you can play it How you play your hand [Bridge] Play the plan Play the man Play the game Till you can’t stand Hold a cold little piece Call it worth Call it hurt Just a cold piece of work Yeah A cold piece of work [Chorus] Cold piece of work Just a cold piece of work All that gold in my hands Turned to dirt on my shirt You say there’s nothing wrong It’s just part of the plan But it’s how long you can play it How you play your hand (cold)