Texty: Descendents. All. Iceman.

He's not alive, he can't dream Stone cold monster, thinking machine Never feels anger or pain What's left of his heart is inside his brain Get down on your knees Say pretty please Or do you want to freeze? The iceman cometh My pretty pretty thing Do you you want to freeze? Born without a hug or an ounce of love Doesn't know how much he can hurt someone Do you feel the chill in his calculated prose His words will kill if you leave yourself exposed He is part of our generation Let us mourn It's too late to save this child It started when he was born The iceman cometh Keep your distance, don't get too close A beautiful girl once made that mistake She froze