A Cold Wind Songtext
von Joe Ghatt

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