Cold, clipped and tied.
Un-nerved, mercury slides down.
Fingers can't feel.
Lip-stiffed and pale.
A wound stomach grinds icicle tines.
Chisled off crystal sounds.
A choked cancelled flight enfrozen by your freonic spell.
Now teeth click closed, the tongue snaps off and my eyes cross out.


Lyrics submitted by slamking

Freon Suite #2 song meanings
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