Gentle breeze turned harsh
Gnashing the teeth of the poor
For i have failed to pour the hot liquid
Inside the cargo bag
Letting the cat to be

Who will cover the rachet
Using machet to frighten the brave
Covering the silver from rusting
Rushing it for lubrication
In the quarter of verification

I'm cold like ice
Dropping the block on hot charcoal
Watching it with my eyes
Like a fighting wolf of the kind
Who has failed to gather the dirt from the dust

Who is with my heater
Attaching myself on an oven
Baking myself like bread
Controling the margarine like a wasted ice food
That find itself in the iceberg