Chilling, isn’t it just chilling
How the summer sun can freeze you When you’re out for a killing.
Frightening, isn’t it just frightening How a hot summers day
Can turn to thunder and lightening.
Controlling, isn’t it controlling When you’re out of your depth And the snowball keeps rolling.
Controlling, frightening and utterly chilling Where is the hope, when the soul is unwilling ?
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