Man Of The Year Songtext / Lyric

There are 14 pre-punched indentations in the average ice cube trays.
When I filled, the frozen water interconnects through means of a natural conduit.
And as I ponder this rather unobtrusive household necessity, I ask my self if those holes were ever filled before.
And if so will the original occupants return.
But another side sees this as and excuses to hide my fear.
When we die we play dead, we are evaporating.