They say he comes out at night
to prey upon the unwary
That he feeds on ignorance
Devours minds whole, leaving only a shell
An empty headed person to go out into the world
Doing nothing for the rest of their half-life
As cold inside as he is, dripping on the floor
His footsteps kill grass, leave melting puddles
Like the crumbling ice caps
Huddled in the corners of a sphere
Spinning round a fiery globe
A sun he never looks upon
Only going out at night, when good folk sleep
Dreaming of the things they learnt and did
Like partying all night long
Stumbling home in darkness
Like I did last night, stumbling into him
They tell me I’m nothing now
A zombie pretending not to be
I guess that’s what it’s like for us
The icemen of Austin.

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