Odds Are - Colder Than

All I ever had was blood on my face
All I ever saw, all over the place
Lying on the floor and living in space
Falling into pools of water and waste

Colder than the rings of ice on your waist
Sharper than the violent side of your days
Colder than the belt you wear on your waist
Sharper than the times you wear on your face

Written by:
Stephen Kerr

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