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At the center where they go on weekdays
It takes hours just to slate that thirst
Heavy heels and a daunting post rate
Bad idea for your blistered toast
To my will well you’re getting close
So say adios
The conjecture is reject the rose
Don’t stay high on a abuse
Sometimes it feels like the world’s stuffed with feathers
Table bottom gum holding it together
A Cold Son
I am
A Cold Son
You can chase it but it wont come easy
It’s a revelry so silver quick
It gets solid when you’re old and hazy
Takes no leverage to make me click
To my will well you’re getting close
The tension goes
Defy conjecture and reject the rose
Don’t stay high on abuse
Who is that said the world is my oyster
I feel like a nempho trapped in a cloister
A cold son
I am
A cold son
Face plant stumble ahead
Victim of your rival pretensions know me
Face plant stumble ahead
Rival to the bitter pretensions know me
Cold son
I am
Cold son
It takes hours just to slate that thirst
Heavy heels and a daunting post rate
Bad idea for your blistered toast
To my will well you’re getting close
So say adios
The conjecture is reject the rose
Don’t stay high on a abuse
Sometimes it feels like the world’s stuffed with feathers
Table bottom gum holding it together
A Cold Son
I am
A Cold Son
You can chase it but it wont come easy
It’s a revelry so silver quick
It gets solid when you’re old and hazy
Takes no leverage to make me click
To my will well you’re getting close
The tension goes
Defy conjecture and reject the rose
Don’t stay high on abuse
Who is that said the world is my oyster
I feel like a nempho trapped in a cloister
A cold son
I am
A cold son
Face plant stumble ahead
Victim of your rival pretensions know me
Face plant stumble ahead
Rival to the bitter pretensions know me
Cold son
I am
Cold son
Lyrics submitted by remotehomelife
Track duration: 03:42
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"Cool" could refer to being hip or temperature. "Son" could also be "sun" too.
to me
the song is an existential discussion about the physiology of exstacy, *It's* relationships,
and Desire. consequently, Fear.
Perhaps the eternal return of Desire and consumption are, in and of themselves, not somethings to be avoided.
From this vantage point, intensity is objectified and projected alongside the original Subjects into the future.
In any such projection, we recreate mirror images of ourselves - making real a world of assumption and illusion.
to me
the song is an existential discussion about the physiology of exstacy, *It's* relationships,
and Desire. consequently, Fear.
Perhaps the eternal return of Desire and consumption are, in and of themselves, not somethings to be avoided.
From this vantage point, intensity is objectified and projected alongside the original Subjects into the future.
In any such projection, we recreate mirror images of ourselves - making real a world of assumption and illusion.
[slake] that thirst
a daunting [pulse] rate
blistered [toes] (as previously mentioned)
to my [wheel well] you're getting close
the tension [grows]
a [reverie] so silver quick
2nd verse - [accept] the rose
The first verse makes me think about mallwalkers. 60-somethings powerwalking through the mall in their sweatsuits, checking their pulses.