Cold Son

At the centre

Where they go on weekdays

It takes hours

Just to slake that thirst

Heavy heels

And a daunting post rate

Bad idea for your

Blistered toes

To my wheel well youre getting close

So say adios

The conjecturers reject the rose

Dont stay high

High high high high

On abuse

Sometimes it feels

Like the worlds stuffed with feathers

Table bottom gum

Just holding it together

A cold son

I am

Cold son

I am

You can chase it

But it wont come easy

Its a reverie

So silverquick

It gets solid

When youre old and hazy

Takes no leverage to make me click

To my wheel well youre getting close

The tension grows

Defy conjecture and accept the rose

Dont stay high

High high high high

On abuse

Who was it that said

The world is my oyster

I feel like a nympho

Stuck in a cloister

Cold son

I am

Cold son

I am

Face plant

You stumble ahead

Victim of your rival pretensions

Know me

Face plant

You stumble ahead

Rival to the bitter pretensions

Know me

Cold son

I am

Cold son

I am