She Is Here

Gifts of silver and coal

Cold front moving like a snail

Crisp skin, broken legs, "she's here"

You've killed summer, lady luck is a fucking whore

Made in Mississippi , play me your blues old man

Tinted red sunglasses are your best friend

Stained green sheets are Benedict Arnold, "she's here"

I love those moments , still yet hostile

Arctic season, slow yet fierce