Arctic winds are blowing up top
Now descend, feel the temperature drop
Chills creep into the veins
Keep playing the compulsory games
You may have blues but we're blue to the bone
Colder than ice, written in stone
If you feel you care to compare
It's colder down here
Can't walk on needles and pins
Your motivations are paper thin
All dirty tricks we're asked to ignore
Selling things no ones asking for
Cant slow, feed the hungry maw
That's fate, we drew the shortest straw
To stay afloat and never rust
Black cold and rains iron dust
