[Intro: Dan Bull]
I still remember the day the frost descended
It was the end of empty threats
From a God who must have meant it
We must have crossed a deity whom our greed and lust offended
And upon whose plentiful benevolence each of us depended
[Verse 1: Dan Bull]
The biting chill swept across the lofty life we'd built
'Til mighty buildings were left crushed to look like tiny hills
The frost lifted up the rock exposing all society's ills
Those we tried not to think about for what we might reveal
We set a course and travelled forth to grab resources
From the shrapnel of oil tankers and man of war ships
Battle forces we hadn't planned to have a war with at all before
But now we have a lack of choice
This is the new reality, a gloomy anarchy looming
Held in the hand of one human, who is that man? It's me
Can't say I feel proud, this doesn't warrant vanity
The looking glass is frosted over and we cannot see
So, we place our faith and hope and dreams in smoke and steam
I mean, why would we go to those extremes if we don't believe?
So, hunker down and dig in for the coldest winter tide
Since you convinced your prideful self that you've nothing to hide
[Chorus: The Stupendium]
The wheels of progress frozen motionless
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes
Then death is coming home
The wheels of progress frozen motionless
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes
Well, then, we're going home
I still remember the day the frost descended
It was the end of empty threats
From a God who must have meant it
We must have crossed a deity whom our greed and lust offended
And upon whose plentiful benevolence each of us depended
[Verse 1: Dan Bull]
The biting chill swept across the lofty life we'd built
'Til mighty buildings were left crushed to look like tiny hills
The frost lifted up the rock exposing all society's ills
Those we tried not to think about for what we might reveal
We set a course and travelled forth to grab resources
From the shrapnel of oil tankers and man of war ships
Battle forces we hadn't planned to have a war with at all before
But now we have a lack of choice
This is the new reality, a gloomy anarchy looming
Held in the hand of one human, who is that man? It's me
Can't say I feel proud, this doesn't warrant vanity
The looking glass is frosted over and we cannot see
So, we place our faith and hope and dreams in smoke and steam
I mean, why would we go to those extremes if we don't believe?
So, hunker down and dig in for the coldest winter tide
Since you convinced your prideful self that you've nothing to hide
[Chorus: The Stupendium]
The wheels of progress frozen motionless
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes
Then death is coming home
The wheels of progress frozen motionless
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes
Well, then, we're going home
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