The Grey King and the Silver Flame Attunement

In the secret caverns underneath West Covina

Half desperate for peace

With the surface dwellers

But coming to no conclusions

And now we emerge

Sky grey and misty

The Grey King in his new Pontiac

Some of us warm to the effort

Trying to get our shapes back

Teeth filed down to fine points

Framework too tight

Strain at the joints

And I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore

I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore

I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore

I'm pretty hardcore but I'm not that hardcore

Load into the Grand AM

Doomed sailors

Born high by the waves

Wild with wonder

Leather and lace and good friends

Most of them good

Most of them friendly

The Grey King at the rail sparks flying

Three others in the car with him

Scared of dying

All eyes on the front seat

Assuming his form

Reborn in the heat

And I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore

I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore

I'm hardcore but I'm not that hardcore

I'm pretty hardcore but I'm not that hardcore