Arguing With Thermometers

This is an expedition
Into the artic tundra
This is a sickening mission, yeah
Just to spoil and plunder

That's the sound of another door shutting in
In the face of progress, in the face of progress
They'll plant their flags, in the sea bed
Shackleton is rolling in his grave?
That's the sound of another door shutting in
In the face of progress, in the face of progress
They'll plant their flags, in the sea bed
Shackleton is rolling in his grave

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're all addicted the the most abusive, destructive drug of all time
And i ain't talking about class a's - that'd be just miniscule when compared
And just like an addict desperate to get his next fix
We resort to commiting crimes to secure our next hit

You know there's oil in the ice
You know there's oil in my eyes
You know there's blood on my hands
Yeah! we're all addicted
Yeah! we're all dependent
That's a maniac standpoint
A psychotic outlook
That's a maniac standpoint
A psychotic outlook

That's the sound of another door shutting in
In the face of progress, in the face of progress
They'll plant their flags, in the sea bed
Shackleton is rolling in his grave?
That's the sound of another door shutting in
In the face of progress, in the face of progress
They'll plant their flags, in the sea bed
Shackleton is rolling in his grave

So lemme get this straight; as we witness the ice-caps melt
Instead of being inspired into changing our ways
We're gonna invest into military hardware to find the remaining oil that left beneath the ice?!
But what happens when it's all gone?! you haven't thought this through, have you boys?!

We'll take you down
We'll take you down
We'll take you down
Stand your ground

You know there's oil in the ice
You know there's oil in my eyes
You know there's blood on my hands
Yeah! we're all addicted
Yeah! we're all dependent
That's a maniac standpoint
A psychotic outlook
That's a maniac standpoint

Back to the drawing board boys
Accept nothing short of complete reversal
Dig deep