Winter - Jason Webley

Hey kid, I’ve been watching you

Sleeping in the lilies with that old dull-bladed knife

Still in those bulletproof pajamas you’ve worn all your life

But tonight you’re in some murky bar

The music’s too loud, and you don’t feel like dancing

Not a familiar face in the room

Just that little voice in the back of your head

That’s always been there, but tonight it says:

The days are getting shorter, the air is getting colder

And as you sip your rum and coke, kid

You’re just getting older

You realize you’re sweating, and the air around you stinks

You stumble to the bathroom

Throw your head beneath the sink

And as you raise your eyes, your lips release a little groan

'Cause the face that’s grinning back at you

Just isn’t quite your own

So you go back to your lily petals

Pull those old pajamas tight

But you can’t shake this feeling

That your life is just a game of chess

Where ancient gods and devils fight

People stagger by you

Thick blood running down their faces

While little jet-black serpents

Try to mate with your shoelaces

An old blind dog’s been at your heels

With the overpowering stench of decay

And an old friend sends a package

The skull inside it seems to say:

I’m the face in every mirror, the shadow at your feet

The little light that glows behind

Each pair of eyes that you meet

You can hide inside your castle

Spend years thinking you’re free

But I’m like ancient Rome, baby, all roads lead to me

Okay kid, let me tell you a little story.

See, I don’t get into town too often

these days, but sometime soon old Jack Frost’s gonna blow back into the heart

of the big city

And I’ll scream until the buildings melt

Then whisper 'til they freeze

And I’ll stand on an icy tower with every eye fixed on me

And everyone will follow

As I raise my left hand to the sky

And together we’ll peel back the fabric

Of this world and stare into the void that lies behind