Incubation

Seen the real atrocities, buried in the sand Stockpiled safety for a few - We stand holding hands I - Living in the iceage Nothing will hold, nothing will fit Into the cold, no smile on your lips Living in the iceage Searching for another way, See them hide behind the door Live in holes and disused shafts Hoped a little more I - living in the iceage Nothing will hold, nothing will fit Into the cold, no smile on your lips Living in the iceage