Incubation - Joy Division

Seen the real atrocities, buried in the sand

Stockpiled safety for a few —

We stand holding hands I —

Living in the iceage

Nothing will hold, nothing will fit

Into the cold, no smile on your lips

Living in the iceage

Searching for another way,

See them hide behind the door

Live in holes and disused shafts

Hoped a little more

I — living in the iceage

Nothing will hold, nothing will fit

Into the cold, no smile on your lips

Living in the iceage