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