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• Artiste: Effigies (The)
• Titre: Bright Ice
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I stalk a place where the cold delights me A polar zone that's not unlike me I can't settle for a simple nest I like changing the no's to yes Cold suns, bitter nights Hand tools chip the ice Once more, nothing there I tread the surface, lightly, lightly I see a shape and she's not unsightly She can soothe as she ignites That's what I mine for beneath the ice I say the words but stand refused I move in close and light the fuse Cold suns, bitter nights Hand tools chip the ice I'm fixed in a vice What glare I stare Bright ice Eyes her weapon, cut's the plan But cut in two I'm twice the man I rip the strings and find the pelt Slide the switch and it starts to melt I'm the half that fits the whole It's 90 south and she crowns the pole