Lyrics Burnt Ice - Megadeth

Burnt Ice

He said he’d try just a little bit
He didn’t want to end up like them
And now he blames the voices of a toothless wonder
Pounding on the door to make the next score
Anything for a hit
Any sin to pay for it
For that next bowl he’d sell his soul
Spiral to destruction
It’s too late to break the spell
He wants the ride to stop
On the freight train straight to Hell
Without the truth he’ll never find
In a dungeon of his lies
His cause of death, high speed on burnt ice
Always looking at the ground
A broken, beaten man
Memories of his family are calling after him
He can hardly think, hardly walk
Phone keeps ringing, he can’t talk
With just one hit the pain would go away
But he’s dead if he does
Shadow people follow him
Everywhere he goes
Looking over his shoulder
The paranoia grows