White on the horizon
Tears frozen from the soul
That fall in an icy mirror
That's what I told

Cold enough
To kill the Sun
I became
Antarticold
Cold enough
To kill the Sun

Trap of the past
Is like living in overcast
Face to face, and mirror to mirror

When a unique up side, dies
Turns your life your interior
I don't satisfy me with one side
We are born in stereo

Cold enough
To kill the Sun
I became
Antarticold