You have ice followers you think that you know Holy ghost you've bothered us leave my radio Dragon's breath is hotter than the steam on your stove Kitchen cave so ominous forgotten vegetables Love is not so obvious unless its your own Alone with she brings promises as cold brings snow And low and behold dead possimus sunbathing on the road Not so sure that all of this is really going good Mr. Cave and Miss Mountainess echoing woes On the stage recounting the rotting vegetables And all you ice followers they've got to know If all you do is follow them then all that's good blows away