An unfrozen world is passing by,
but he doesn't notice never blinks an eye.
If he had a chance he'd roll the dice,
but he's frozen there the man in ice.
He doesn't eat. He doesn't sleep.
Cares little for the company he keeps.
From the look on his face it all seems nice.
But he's frozen there the man in ice.
Was it a blizzard or a breeze or a very cold freeze?
He'll never know.
Did he not think twice when he stepped out on the ice and snow?
And it's oh so cold.
It's a cryogentic hold.