Oyster

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