rusted root
artificial winter
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 From beneath the watch Sweat starts to flow  A father cries out into the night as his child slips away A door shuts as the boy reaches that forbidden room And the shades of gray, 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 