Cold Hate, Warm Blood Lyrics

Late last night at rest with my mate
I'm visited by a victim of hate
A spectoral group, yet they're one and the same
They would never live
Nor would they have a name
A baby too young to walk or to talk
Rocked to sleep with a big, heavy rock
Becomes a tot with a baleful glare
Sucked from life by a shortage of airA child beyond time without gender
Metamorphing to surrender
Each shape for one older and still
No end to how each could be killedBy chance in the polyverse i'm all of these
Each to fall prey with unnerving ease
To who knows which ambiguous marasmus
It asked at once knowing
And unknowing the answersTo things far removed from my experience
Or need to know and thus it thanked me
For sparing it death's multiplicitous masques

And life's thankless laborious tasks