Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frostpunk, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XVI, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Frostpunk |
I still remember the day the frost descended |
It was the end of empty threats |
From a God who must have meant it |
We must have crossed a deity whom our greed and lust offended |
And upon whose plentiful benevolence each of us depended |
The biting chill swept across the lofty life we’d built |
'Til mighty buildings were left crushed to look like tiny hills |
The frost lifted up the rock exposing all society’s ills |
Those we tried not to think about for what we might reveal |
We set a course and travelled forth to grab resources |
From the shrapnel of oil tankers and man of war ships |
Battle forces we hadn’t planned to have a war with at all before |
But now we have a lack of choice |
This is the new reality, a gloomy anarchy looming |
Held in the hand of one human, who is that man? |
It’s me |
Can’t say I feel proud, this doesn’t warrant vanity |
The looking glass is frosted over and we cannot see |
So, we place our faith and hope and dreams in smoke and steam |
I mean, why would we go to those extremes if we don’t believe? |
So, hunker down and dig in for the coldest winter tide |
Since you convinced your prideful self that you’ve nothing to hide |
The wheels of progress frozen motionless |
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes |
Then death is coming home |
The wheels of progress frozen motionless |
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes |
Well, then, we’re going home |
Ever since the first of us huddled round the fire |
With nothing to hide but animal hides as attire |
Our entire world was centred |
And dependent on supplies of carbon |
The new oxygen that we require to respire |
We pampered life’s complexities, manufactured luxuries |
While suffocating nature’s lungs when we cut the trees |
Now our comeuppance seems to be to huddle round the fire |
With everything to hide and animal hides as attire |
What goes around will come around, whatever’s underground |
Will come up now you’re not expecting it |
And damn well hunt you down |
So hunker down and dig in for the coldest winter tide |
Since you convinced your prideful self that you’ve nothing to hide |
The wheels of progress frozen motionless |
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes |
Then death is coming home |
The wheels of progress frozen motionless |
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes |
Well, then, we’re going home |
Our stomachs are the furnaces, our open throats the chimney |
Our hearts the flowing pumps that need |
The bellow lungs to bring heat |
But our brittle bodies are a pitiful device |
Trying to subsist upon a trickle of supplies |
With the vittles diminishing I don’t think it will suffice |
Although species evolve quicker when it’s difficult to thrive |
But that theory isn’t something that always applies |
Deprive us enough, we’ll suffer our inevitable demise |
We are each expendable but the city must survive |
It’s just a pleasant bonus if it keeps us alive |
So hunker down and dig in for the coldest winter tide |
Since you convinced your prideful self that you’ve nothing to hide |
The wheels of progress frozen motionless |
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes |
Then death is coming home |
The wheels of progress frozen motionless |
Unless we thaw all these unspoken spokes |
Well, then, we’re going home |