The cloud has formed
Trying to the rules of the winds conform
Darkness has become a one man soldier
Pouring the scary sounds and forming a merger
The cold arrests everything it sees
It doesn’t make room for any exempting fees
I ran
being guided by instincts, oh man
It’s going to be a cold night
My clothes have been possessed
My body has been accessed
I still run my legs in assistance
Hoping to build a resistance
But no matter where I run,
I am still under the fuming cloud
Who aims to make his master proud
I pass here, I pass there, oh man
It’s going to be a cold night.
I sit under a tree
Like a huge bully, the tree
Speaks in cold blowing murderous air
Sacking my stilled being claiming to be fair
With the little energy left
I ran here, I ran there, I see I’m the only one left
Clothes weep
Body shouts as cold seeps, oh man
It’s really a cold cold night.
Mum Cee 