'Ol Jack Frost what a louse
A statue for a waxworks house
his gaze alone could freeze a star
turn molten lava to a popcycle bar
breath so cold he froze my skin
his touch produced no warmth within
Road a bike in the cold of night
now frozen here I must look a sight
my strength is gone and in it's place
this frozen mask of my face
nothing left of what was me
pale as death can't you see
cold chilled me to the bone
riding froze now all alone
the shivering stopped a life ago
my heartbeat will be the next to go
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