The Great Arctic Maelstrom

Entering a chasm
I asked you what’s inside
The gates that open wide
There's no better place to call home
Than where you hide

Isn't it a gorgeous view?
Ask me what Stockholm Syndrome
Can do for you
When you're caught comfortably
Down below the ice
Anything you want is yours
Don't worry about the price you pay
Our human lives may seem short
When we're gambling in years

And some part of this must reflect the whole
But no one can hear you down here
Save your last brеath for your soul
And that bigger picture is slowly fading
Until it's nothing