Nerves of steel, a hand that never shakes Iron will torture till you break The time has come you better run The race is on to be number one Doctor Ice Senses chill as he comes to your place Just a man youll never see his face The time has come you better run The race is on from the lonely one Doctor Ice Feel his hands around your throat Your breath is short you begin to choke Biting, fighting for your life But you wont stop his grip of ice good doctor The time has come so make a run Its just begun hes the lonely one Doctor Ice Doctor Ice... Come on now... Good God...
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