-a cold song-

"its a gift to give it seems you invest generous amounts of time in pleasing trying lifting remember this is me talking...from outside of your world...i may be way off base i would never feel fr..."

"keep that heart ringing with the power to wave away rock with the tide sharks fear tearing jigged by your metal blood lust match the sweet rhythm of sea and know that none match her subtl..."

"i gasp every time i see those big feet slapping across the floor boards those dirty black shoes with those big toes showing through man they must be cold they make you want heat to see the house bur..."

"HER FACE IS EVERYWHERE DEATH LIVES a beautys faraway look draws us in a mysterious way we follow her life and slowly become accustomed her face is gone we search others looking for her eyes the dee..."

"capitalists... can that fat laughter like little fish from grade school dead and together like a puzzle that falls apart when you take it apart believe the fueled talk which bounces and sticks comi..."

"not lacking all vision just not here it seems not wanting to leave the party just having to save some dough not wanting to reign dear not wanting to rain down but kneeding to get wet rest and pummel..."