At the center where they go on weekdays
It takes hours just to slake that thirst
Heavy heels and a daunting pulse rate
Bad idea for your blistered toes
To my wheel, well youre getting close
So say adios
The conjecturers reject the rose
Don't stay high high igh igh igh
On abuse??

Sometimes it feels like the worlds's stuffed with feathers
table-bottom gum just holding it together
a cold son, i am
a cold son, i am

you can chase it but it wont come easy
it's a revery so silverquick
it gets solid when you're 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
don't stay high high igh igh igh
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
a cold son, i am

faceplant stumble ahead
victim of your rival prentensions know me
faceplant stumble ahead
rival to the bitter pretensions know me

cold son, i am
a cold son, i am

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