Yourself
There's so much sweat a man could drown
There's panic on the overland
Yeah, and London Bridge is falling down
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh...
The temperature is ninety-two
It's baking in the vocal booth
And all the tourists come in June
There's so many you can't move
There's people getting rich today
There's people that they've gotta pay
There's loads of places I could go
We should be rockin' in the studio!
Chorus:
Don't feel like working today, I feel like getting away
Don't feel like working
Freezing Torment
Peaceful mission thru the air
Suddenly caught unware
Panic rises, lives in despair
Fasten the seat belts, praying to survive
All the memories of their lives
Flashes thru their minds
As the emergency landing is occuring at the time
To the cold, white deserted ground
Shock occurs in the violent crash
It's a morbid nightmare
Bodies torn to an unnatural position
Mutilated until unrecognazable form
[Lead]
Survivors trapped, afflicted pain
Of body and mind, screaming for help
Undergoing tremendous feelings of death
Agony
Misfortune
Misery
Tragedy
Torment
It all adds to an unpleasant destiny
Famish
Extreme hunger
Nourishment supplies ran out
Organism weakens each moment
Cannibalistic action the only way
[Lead]
Crying to god for forgiveness
As the slices of flesh are being devoured
From the dead corpses
There's no choice
Either choose life or death
Lowring themselves to a point
They would never thought to get
A living inferno where rational thoughts became repulsive
A place where the living needed the dead
Shocked by the scars of terror
A memory that they will never forget
For the victims of the freezing torment