So enter the winter
Of discontent of your life

Control your mouth or it brings evil
We're all children of the stars

Sew bags of potential
Whilst sitting here with sinners' grins
All I see is dead bodies breathing

What are you waiting for?
The winter of discontent of your life?

You're not even an apostrophe
Of land amid the blue expanse

Sow ideas of leaving here
Laden with open doors
When the truth is somewhere else

So enter the winter
Of discontent of your life