Subzero
Bart Smits / The Gathering
The bowels of my thoughts, icy lake
Drain emotions from my bleeding soul
Tears that follow burn my skin
Dread to see myself, I ain't me
The sun encircles my shape on the ice
In my shadow I see people below
Their frozen faces staring blank
All crying without a sound
Thousand degrees below
Ice age has begun, Subzero
Emotions running low
My heart is so cold, Subzero
Hatred in words, spewing from their mouths
Verbal injection of a freezing void
Sunrise in three directions
As all the faces turn to laugh
Thousand degrees below
Ice age has begun, Subzero
Emotions running low
My heart is so cold, Subzero