Cold Glass

12 PM. Bauru, Brazil. DoctorBlackstone defiance tastes like cold coffee.

Morning broke me before noon. Those chains dragged me through the room. One hell of a day, it left me bare. My problems are still there, I just don't care. Cold glass. I'll be around. Cold glass. Nothing heavy going down. Cold glass. I'm still around. Cold glass. Just one more round. Crowds keep moving, I'm not rushing. No one asking, no one pushing. Cold glass down, I take it slow. Let the afternoon unfold. Cold glass. I'm still around. Cold glass. Just one more round. Cold glasses all around. Still sitting down. Cold glass. I'll be around. Cold glass. Nothing heavy going down. Cold glass. I'm still around. Cold glass. Just one more round.