Winter is coming soon
It will be your undoing
Endless hours of doom
Not knowing what the clue is
You have a way with words
Can't tell what you are thinking
No matter how this ends
You are the one who is choosing
Raw and Order is the rule
On the streets of this city of fools
All the sweet seclusion
That I have grown to love
Is it just delusion
A joke from up above?
A vow to keep it raw
A burning need for order
Word is never law
We are bonded by disorder
Raw and Order in the Night
Now the future does not look so bright