I Can Be

I can be cold like a soul that's been broken and opened then frozen right over

I can be warm like a stove or the dope that I torch when I'm roasting a cone

I'll be smoking a bowl with the stoners

Folding the posers and jokers

I'm flicking and poking their skin

Till I'm tipping them over the edge

When I'm pissing them off and their spilling the pot

That they're ticking to chop up and stick in their bongs

Holding the rod like I'm Odin the god

And I'm hoping the rock isn't only a stop on my road to the top

Taking this throne out from under the lord and I'm shaving these horns on the top of my head clean off