FUCK ICE 3 (Iron Fangs) Only the hands of desperate cowards Cling so tightly, grasp this hard Until every life blurs into one Until we are the faces in the crowd When it takes six pathetic slugs To murder only one of us They have to know their days are numbered And coming to the end

Existential, astral pleading Cast asunder, crying, bleeding Aching, praying, here decaying Dark, descending, cable laying Transatlantic, start to panic Scripture's truth, with heart Satanic Diseased, disturbed, fatigue completed Replete, redacted, and depleted Resource lost, hidden cost Paint with doves, but hurt like war Wounds recited, secret, idle Lined with hands still clutching idols Engine stalling, hell is calling Collecting souls caught up in falling Frozen coast, unt