Lyrics Frost - Rare Monk

Frost

Brush the ice away
Don’t think of virtue, only control
Sleep, indoctrinate
Time is a virus, tighten my hold
Occam’s razorblade
Discard the complex, simple and bold
Brush the ash away
Your thoughts betray the death of your soul
Go slow, when all the strength decays from your bones
Go slow, when all the strength decays from your bones
Brush the ice away
The metal’s colder now
Occam’s hideaway
Your logic masks the death of control
Go slow, when all the strength decays from your bones
Go slow, when all the strength decays from your bones
Go slow, when all the strength decays from your bones
Go slow, Your logic masks the death of your soul