There Are Pleistocine Perils - Little Grey Fox, Out In The Cold, Can You See Past Your Nose? lyrics

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<b>Little Grey Fox, Out In The Cold, Can You See Past Your Nose?</b> by <i>There Are Pleistocine Perils</i><br />

It's flight or fight,

And my eyes are wide

My mouth is full of unfiltered air

And my ribs are heaving

And my hair is bristled and prickly

An adrenal being, we are!

I could have told you that fighting was foreplay,

But I couldn't stop staring at the blood on my knuckles.

It's these brutal consistencies that make me a thing you should despise,

But you will not flip the latch free.

My osteums are humming still,

With the quake of your hold

I should want to stay,

But my bones want to leave,

And I go where they go.

It would be wrong to say that the steam that rises

From an open body in the cold is the greatest relief

Which is why I say it, probably

With a mouth full of blood,

And I leave the meat to rot

Little, little grey fox

Out in the cold

Can you see past your nose?