Texty: Trapped Under Ice. Stay Cold EP. Brain Waves.

Return to the point of no return. You can't clean the slate, you can't wash away the dirt. Now my patience is fleeting, i can't escape the feeling.

Brain waves, like a vortex in your mind. Absolutely. Your time is coming, it's coming, it's coming. I'm going to be there to see the death of your desires. As your life expires to the guillotine

(Thanks to Zac for these lyrics)