Cold from Lab Book by Your Thing

B2

Cold
Everywhere you go
Everyone will know
Cold, Cold

Everywhere you go,
No one need be told
Cold, Cold

Hiking boots
Crunch,
Raptors hoot
Out for lunch
Murderous messages
Deadly, leave us
Dust, ghost, last

Mighty oaks de-clothed
Understory, bare, no growth
Cold, Cold

Subpar king lots
No vistas to behold
Cold, Cold

To have to live below,
Means in a cave, yeah no
Cold, Cold

Hard nights on the road
That spans the landmass whole
Cold, Cold

Boots crunch ice,
Crushed, ground
Slush, mushy stuff
Terminus, minus one
Ready to leave us
Dust, ghost, last

Even when you go
Everyone will know
Cold, Cold

Shuffling off, mortal coil,
No means to scald
Cold, Cold

Cup a flame, close the
Loop which was wove, for the
Cold, Cold

Sanctuary for honored embers,
In the pilfed oil lamp from the ark
From the
Cold, Cold

To save face, cuts, well
Who knows what, spiteful
Cold, Cold

Precious Sparks glow,
Left out in the,
Cold, Cold

Finders fee,
Polished finiales,
Final smoke
Final post
We’ll fold

Hiking boots
Crunch,
Raptors hoot
Out for lunch
Murderous messages
Deadly, leave us
Dust, ghost, last

Boots crunch ice,
Crushed, ground
Slush, mushy stuff
Terminus, minus one
Ready to leave us
Dust, ghost, last

• Electronic
• Experimental
• art funk
• jazz
• noise rock
• sludge pop
• United States