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
the human remains
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