We are ice

Sitting in their offices, slicing up the budget,
While out in the block there's no hope, no green to touch it.
They spin the laws around like an old vinyl record,
But this city flipped their plans, left them second-guessed.
To them we are just the masses, nothing but water,
That can be flushed away into the slaughter.
They step on the gas in their warm, heated cars,
But studded tires won't save you when no one is in charge.
Pressure from above, a cold calculation—
They didn't account for water's frozen transformation.

Припев
We are the ice under the politicians' feet.
Slippery asphalt for the system's elite.
One wrong step—and the balance is lost,
You thought we were dust, but we are your exhaust.
We are the ice under the politicians' feet.
No compromises, no quitters on the street.
The cold of the block froze your artificial paradise,
Watch your step, brother, and don't fall off the edge of the ice.


Look at the screens—smooth speeches they throw,
While we straighten our frozen shoulders below.
My flow is a blizzard, hitting straight in the face,
It's time to wake up every capital place.
You built your schemes on soft, powdery snow,
Did you think I'd keep quiet and just let it go?
We compressed into crystal, became harder than stone,
The lower the degrees, the stronger we've grown.
Inside these concrete boxes without any light,
Matures the answer to the questions of the night.

Припев
We are the ice under the politicians' feet.
Slippery asphalt for the system's elite.
One wrong step—and the balance is lost,
You thought we were dust, but we are your exhaust.
We are the ice under the politicians' feet.
No compromises, no quitters on the street.
The cold of the block froze your artificial paradise,
Watch your step, brother, and don't fall off the edge of the ice.


Crunch. Hear that? The crust is breaking.
Your system today is yours for the taking.
The cold is no enemy if winter is your home,
Where you see fear—that's where we roam.
Crunch. Hear it?
This isn't spring. It's us.



Припев
We are the ice under the politicians' feet.
Slippery asphalt for the system's elite.
One wrong step—and the balance is lost,
You thought we were dust, but we are your exhaust.
We are the ice under the politicians' feet.