Frost

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