I've grown cold a close call from a stone's throw thrown from black souls acid seeps from necrotic holes in my resolve worlds unfold as I lose control to the arseholes who police and patrol break me like a criminal without parole they pigeonhole and troll like Interpol I duck and crawl, drop and roll then with gall stand tall 10 feet tall and sure face the ****** brawl despite the toll scream till I'm sore an immovable flesh wall of colour bold