that old man`s waiting in the snow again, he knows what he knows
but it isn`t the same, watching insults, launched over his head
he`s out of the game but he isn`t quite dead
the human remains
he fought fear with hope but you`ll eventually know, one day
you are the man in the snow, and it doesn`t matter what fills you with dread
the game is a game and life is a thread