In the Beggining there was My Cold Shoulder

Shloshy songs sungs still suggest he could've been a match
But no one has to tug their ear when reffering to me
I guess I was just being a perfectionist
when i said that to play the game right
you have to match suit and not just color and number
He washed my hands and still I consigned him
to the base camp at purgatory
where the seven p's will stay etched into his head
and he had no MARO to guide him
you'd think one would lift their hand
and their heart
from a collar so cold,
but as we've seen in the history
of man and those leg irons
that fettered him to others
that the hand
and the heart
can only freeze
to that collar so cold
and in turn are chilled themselves
they burn their oak trees.