Cold… cold…

Low light, glass tint
No loud moves, just intent
You speak big — no imprint
I shift once — that’s imprint

Hands clean, no stain
Short fuse, no flame
You run heat — no aim
I move slow — change game

Don’t crowd space — I don’t fold
Don’t test weight — I don’t show
No wild swing — just control
No half step — full hold

No rush in my tone
No crack in my stone
If I step in the room
It’s already known

I’m cold enough — don’t need fire (fire)
Still rise up — still climb higher (higher)
No loud touch — just wire to wire
One move and the whole room shifts

I’m cold enough — don’t need flame (flame)
No smoke talk — no name for name (name)
Low voice but the weight don’t change
One move and the whole room shifts

Sharp edge, low breath
No fake flex, no press
You act fast — no depth
I stand firm — no stress

Neon glass, slow blink
No loose talk — I think
You burn bright — I sink
Then I rise — no link

Step quiet, shift loud
No crowd hype, no crowd
You move noise — I’m cloud
Then I strike — no sound

No heat — still here
No flame — still clear
If it cools — I stay
If it burns — disappear

(Cold… cold…)

I’m cold enough — don’t need fire (fire)
Still rise up — still climb higher (higher)
No loud touch — just wire to wire
One move and the whole room shifts

I’m cold enough — don’t need flame (flame)
No smoke talk — no name for name (name)
Low voice but the weight don’t change
One move and the whole room shifts

Cold enough.