The Pica Beats - Palms Will Smoke In Cold Air lyrics

{Verse 1} Palms will smoke in cold air But don't be racked with despair Your soul escapes at the end of your lifetime By then you won't even care And that's a lot to take on Your bitter fix told me twice Uneven lust is like torture for tomcats When you eat nothing but mice When you have gone for a price And there is no end in sight {Chorus} Well, on my soul You say deny it And I will follow suit Every thought in my head Will end in violence You say, "deny that, too" But on my soul There is a dark spot And there is trouble ahead But under the dark There is a blank spot And there are triumphs to tread {Verse 2} Look at the maps you spread out And chart a course East and South You're rounding corners and wading deep waters, with None of them touching your mouth There ain't no wheels on this train (There ain't no wheels on this train) There ain't no tracks through the sage (There ain't no tracks through the sage) Moments of trust and the friction of bone dust Though I bring nothing of trade And I can see your dismay So I have failed once again {Chorus} Well, on my soul You say deny it And I will follow suit Every thought in my head Will end in violence You say, "deny that, too" But on my soul There is a dark spot And there is trouble ahead But under the dark There is a blank spot And there are triumphs to tread {Outro} Palms will smoke in cold air But don't be racked with despair Your soul escapes at the end of your lifetime By then you won't even care