Frost 歌词

Brush the ice away Don't think of virtue, only control Sleep, indoctrinate Time is a virus, tighten my hold Occam's razorblade Discard the complex, simple and bold Brush the ash away Your thoughts betray the death of your soul Go slow, when all the strength decays from your bones Go slow, when all the strength decays from your bones Brush the ice away The metal's colder now Occam's hideaway Your logic masks the death of control Go slow, when all the strength decays from your bones Go slow, when all the strength decays from your bones Go slow, when all the strength decays from your bones Go slow, Your logic masks the death of your soul