Cold days in the wake of turning three Mother's hunch is to flee, duck beneath the iron sheet (iron sheet) Luck had it grass was green and the soul was free, or so it seemed Open seed, open book, open sesame (open sesame) Go follow dreams, meet destiny (meet destiny) Travel, no rest, go west Momma knows best Got the focus (focus) and a lot to forget (forget) Pops now short of breath (short of breath) Taught him that if anything is testament to success (success) It's the evidence of progress (progress) Wonder what's next, only what we make it 15 years still my thoughts lay naked in this cosmic basement All of y'all can taste it, touch it The fibre of my being for consumption Still it ain't enough, like that ain't nothing Proceed to keep the blood pumping (blood pumping) By administering off-jumpings Last guardian of sanity: pre-emptive therapy for self-destruction Beat death narrowly at every junction Seduction is outrageous My whole damn life documented in these pages No man writes for the pleasure It's the pain that needs draining (needs draining) Like a cloud when it's raining The howl of the wailing