Dry Ice
So you think I’m cold, aloof, emotionless
Looks to me you’re shallow-minded, maybe just careless
When you watch the sea, you probably think it’s flat
Forgetting all the wonders in the darkness underneath that
I merely project what you see
But that ain’t the core of me
What you see ain’t always what you get
And I won’t let you peek behind the gate
You’d have to dive to reach the abyss
If you could find a bell strong enough for this
And when you finally touch the seafloor
You’ll still have to dig a little deeper to reach my core
Strange thing frostbite is a burn
The colder I look, the hotter I run
And you won’t find molten lava
My core burns like a supernova
You call it distance, call it ice
Like I’m some dune with no spice
But silence is the price I pay
For fires I can’t safely display
You read my calm like empty space
A quiet room where nothing stays
But pressure builds in darker depths
Where burning stars steal away breath
Strange thing: frostbite is a burn
The colder I look, the hotter I run
And you won’t find molten lava
My core burns like a supernova
Some hearts explode out in the light
Some burn completely out of sight
But what you can’t see, you may hear
My words, at least, are always sincere
Strange thing: frostbite is a burn
The colder I look, the hotter I run
And you won’t find fire on the surface
Just the ghostly fumes of dry ice
Dry ice…
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If I were you (but I am 100% Organic Intelligence, so... I am not...) I would not risk it.
What you could do, though, is ask permission... Try it some time, you'll be surprised!
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