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