Born Cold

I was cold, I was left there wanting more
I was told, when her jeans hit the floor
I was sold, I was swept under the door
I was cold, left there wanting more

Bloated lung on bended knee
Breaking ground, a thousand fallen trees
Until the sun grows cold
Sore like some on wounded knee
Making sound, a thousand violent seas
Until the sun grows cold

I was born, born to teach you this
I was torn, so I took the fifth
I will Mourn every single kiss
I was born, born to teach you this

I was born, so they say
I was known to act this way
I was born on the coldest day
I'm at home on the coldest days

Vincent van Gogh - An der Schwelle der Ewigkeit (On the Threshold of Eternity)- 1890

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