a cold wind has blown summer away
the golden leaves that fall
wake the violence in me
from iris green to winter grey
i guess it's the crisp air i breathe
that gives it away
now soon the ground will be
covered with snow
so deep within sleeps
the violence in me
there's a child that walks beside me
making every step i take
pointless
they raise so tall these giant walls
give no refuge to
the cold above
i share my coat and try to warm his skin
a noise that break us
a sound so soar my soul it bleeds
it screams for answers
it screams in need
now the cold is here
wake the violence in me