artificial winter
rusted root
shades of gray coldness from inside
snowed in without a shovel or plow
rhetoric on the radio 'don't you go outside'
i shiver in the dark coldness all around
hide behind my jacket listen to the cold facts of lies
because we will we will burn
we will we will burn for the winter
a man pulls off his glove
to take a look at the time
a father cries out into the night
a door shuts as the boy reaches that forbidden room
getting lighter and lighter
and the shades of gray getting lighter and lighter
because we will we will burn oh
we will we will burn for the winter