Frosty
The Legendary Pink Dots Lyrics

He always looked behind him, scared somebody would jump him.
The subject was constantly paranoid and fearful of being attacked.

Put him on the ground so he'd come around to the sound of people laughing.
He was bullied and made fun of so much that he grew accustomed to it and no longer fought back.

'cause the whole world loved to mock him.
The subject was a constant target of ridicule from people around the world.

Sun and moon both pointed at him. Kids would crick their necks to get a better view.
Even nature and children were aware of his constant humiliation and made a spectacle of him.

Well, it really did his mind in, and we wanted to protect him.
The constant teasing and taunting had a negative impact on his mental health, making it difficult for him to cope.

So we placed his face in a smash-proof case and placed it in the fridge.
In an effort to protect him, he was effectively hidden away from the world and isolated from any more ridicule.

They giggled in the corners, whispered lies across the borders.
People spread rumors and lies about the subject behind his back, finding their own entertainment in his misery.

They derided him and chided him 'til he carried out their orders.
Due to the constant harassment, he was forced to concede to their demands and become someone he wasn't in order to appease them.

So he dashed into the limelight, played at Hamlet for a fortnight. Waved his arms and screamed demands for some respect.
He attempted to stand up for himself and demand respect, but it was short-lived and ultimately unsuccessful.

But they just could not excuse him, it was really too amusing.
The subject's attempts at asserting himself were seen as comedic rather than legitimate, making it impossible for him to be taken seriously.

So he packed his sack and scrambled back to safety in the fridge.
He retreated back to the safety of his isolation in the fridge, realizing that there was no escape from his tormentors.

And I swear I saw his spirit skim the sky with nothing near it. Piled armour-plated roller skates, white feather train to steer it.
In his imagination, he was able to escape from his isolated existence on roller skates with a white feather train - he longed for freedom and escape from his current reality.

Scared somebody would look up, gesticulate and throw up. Send him flitting, flitting scarred behind a cloud.
He was afraid that even in his imagination, he would be ridiculed and made fun of - his fear of judgment follows him even in his mind.

But for him, there's no escaping, no hole big enough to hide in. Best just to stay nicely out the way in safety in the fridge.
No matter how hard he tried, the subject was unable to escape his tormentors - his fridge became a symbol of safety and solace.

In the village bells were tolling, in the town the dogs were howling. It was Armageddon, tanks crashed head-on, planet Earth was drowning.
The world around the subject was in chaos and turmoil - war, disaster, and destruction were rampant.

Then the Devil sent a shower, Europe died in half an hour. And a demon wind just finished off the rest.
The world was ultimately destroyed in a supernatural event, implying that no one is safe from the dangers of the world.

But our friend, he took a teabreak, idly munching on a fish-cake. Quite oblivious and ignorant but cosy in the fridge.
In the end, the only one left was the subject, still safe and oblivious in his isolated existence, despite the destruction of the world outside.

It's so cold there, in the fridge. It's so icy, frosty.
The fridge, once seen as a safe haven, is now a symbol of the cold isolation that the subject faces.