Froze to the bone
in my igloo home
counting the days
till the ice turns green.

You know when heaven and [bad word] collides
there are no in betweens,

Flames on your skin
(I'm the yo-yo man...)
of snow turned cold,
cold as the wind
(...always up and down.)
that blows
through my headstone.

Collecting the bones
of my friends tonight,
sowing the seeds
in a [bad word] land.
You know when prayers all hit the ground,
there is no higher hand.

And the yo-yo man,
always up and down.
So take me to the end of
your tether.

Flames on your skin
(I'm the yo-yo man)
of snow turned cold,
cold as the wind
(always up and down)
that blows
through our headstones.