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