A Cold Wind

Not once

More than twice

Why are you making me

Not think so nice

Are you

A tyrant

The choice for me

Is to keep my lips tied

And keep humble pie

Not stir it up and let it flow out like

A river, of blood

But making big claims

Pick pocketing others gains

Disrupts harmony

And that doesn’t sit with me

Mr me, atrocity

And when you’ve heard it all

Just when you thought that was it

Get down and keep low

The king of the hill

Comes

Chiming in, a cold wind

Hard to know, friend or foe

And then it's hard to know

Is this your friend or your foe

Pulling the thread

From my level head

Mr me, atrocity