Feels so long ago
I did ask "what is murder?
And what is the world"?
And I wouldn't expect an answer
What does it take for us to properly communicate?
With our internal fear
And who we may become after
This is my abridged thesis
The rest is my cross to bear
I'll start to hear it screaming
But when I turn there's nothing there
With my eyes on the road
I squint slow
But it only grows and grows
Here's something I could never alter
This is my abridged thesis
The rest is my cross to bear
I'll start to hear it screaming
But when I turn there's nothing there
I see it there the road is frozen
They say winter is a woman
I see it there the road is frozen
They say winter is a woman
A woman
This is my abridged thesis
The rest is my cross to bear
I'll start to hear it screaming
But when I turn there's nothing there
I see it there the road is frozen
They say winter is a woman
I see it there the road is frozen
They say winter is a woman
A woman
