It was cold, much colder then the weather man had predicted
Leaving me unsafe against this monster named winter
I didn’t hear a word of snow when I clicked open this screen
So this must be god’s dandruff falling over me
I’m leaving tracks when I walk, leaving tracks when I slip
You can follow me to hell if you’re cold enough to freeze as I lift
Take these offerings I give in a size 13
And walk where no angels sing
Follow yourself home
Color yourself wrong
Manipulate the night
Live left, die right
These feet are burning in the aftermath
If you can’t see through the window you gotta break the glass
Pull the covers on the light
Live left, die right
She was old, much older then I thought or expected
Her body screaming sex as her mind screamed respect this
She didn’t need to tell me listen as I sat transparently
Silently wishing what she gives would get lost inside of me
Following oval clues for a one way track out
Following signs on the shoulder of a diamond lane speed route
Putting pressure to the veins, just enough to make them bleed
Just killing time till the inevitable explosion challenges my clotting abilities
Follow yourself home
Color yourself wrong
Manipulate the night
Live left, die right
These feet are burning in the aftermath
If you can’t see through the window you gotta break the glass
Pull the covers on the light
Live left, die right
All right I’m sold, turn off the TV and kill the infomercials
I’m still not sure what I want but I know that I need it
Give me the cream of your crop; give me the last map I’ll need
Give me the name of a god then crucify me
I’m gonna fist, fight, fuck, give me life, watch me bleed
I’m gonna live, love, learn, give me death, watch me bleed
Why must we fight for our self-identity?
I’m gonna die trying to bury this seed in hopes someone might wake the fuck up
Follow yourself home
Color yourself wrong
Manipulate the night
Live left, die right
These feet are burning in the aftermath
If you can’t see through the window you gotta break the glass
Pull the covers on the light
Live left, die right
Tonight I hear the temperature is gonna rise far above freezing
Maybe melt a little ice and release some demons
A sleeping monster that waits to be freed
And lives in our frozen hearts counting sheep
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