This is an expedition

Into the Arctic tundra

This is a sick inhibition 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 to the most abused

And destructive ** of all time

And I ain't talking about class A's

That business is miniscule when compared

And just like any 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

Psychotic outlook

That's a maniac standpoint

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 been spurred into changing our ways

We're gonna invest in military

Hardware to fight for the remaining oil that's

Left beneath the ice

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

Psychotic outlook

That's a maniac standpoint

Yeah Back to the drawing board boys

Accept nothing short of a complete reversal

Dig deep