Spring Thaw / Volcano

All things are boiling up
in a red, messy inverted cup
The heat melts all of my stone
I don't know how to live in this skin and bone

I don't want to thaw out, I like the desert and the drought
I want to be cliff's edge hard, I want to be glacier scarred

But I don't want to thaw out
because I don't remember
how to live
in this
skin and bone

When ciphers come spilling down
in molten waves from my crown
I feel the first shiver in stone
I don't know how to live in this skin and bone

I don't want to thaw out, I like the darkness and doubt
I want to be ice storm gray, I want to be a winter's day

But I don't want to thaw out
because I don't remember
how to live
in this
skin and bone