Dorchester Holding from Modok by Modok

Beyond the Northern Rim, beneath the mountain deep within (millennial vacuum)
Encased in Carbonite, neither dead nor alive (stainless steel womb)
Preserved eternally, engineered maternity (unborn yet not exhumed)
Pod encapsulate in suspended animate, escape the hand of doom
We are the frozen seeds, thermostat at no degrees
Deposits may never return
Unless (until) they drop the ball, and the holy angels fall
Crystals melt in the fall-out burn
So on we hibernate in suspended animate
Lying dormant in limbo we dwell
Buried in permafrost, waiting for the holocaust
We watch the planet descend into Hell

• lo-fi
• pop
• proto-metal
• Austin