Mute

Cold rises,

Battered off the side,

Twisted round the nerves,

And pulled from lie to side

I know you,

I know truth,

And I'm busy drowning both

I'm the high tide,

At the wrong time,

Rubbing salt into the wound

Cold rises,

Battered off the side,

Twisted round the nerves,

And pulled from lie to lie

Cold addicts,

Clinging to the ride,

Screaming at the instigator hide