The Quiet Kind

Album: Second Cut

He keeps to corners, eyes down low
No trace of thunder in his tone
The hallway chatter blurs and fades
While he rehearses borrowed rage

No one hears the ticking clock
Wrapped in calm, he picks the lock

Beware the quiet kind —
The calm that hides the loaded mind
A colourful truth turned cold and blind
You never see it break the line
'Til sirens start to align
With the quiet kind

Ledger lights in glass -walled rooms
He skims the wealth, avoids the fumes
A perfect tie, a polished grin
No gun in hand —just greed within

Numbers hum like nursery rhymes
Easy crimes in silent lines

Beware the quiet kind —
The polished lie behind the shine
A handshake firm, a needle fine
That siphons hope and calls it mine
All profits realigned
By the quiet kind

It isn't silence that pulls the trigger —
It's the story no one bothers to read.

Midnight streets, a splintered glare
Footsteps vanish in stale night air
A power game without a roar
He writes his tally, wants one more

Newsprint prints the same old line:
"Seemed so normal… kept to himself… every time."

Beware the quiet kind —
Still water cracks the floodgate wide
Intentions whispered, motives tied
To shadowed rooms where secrets bide
No profile fits the sign
Of the quiet kind

Silence isn't sin, but —
Listen close… it might begin.