Текст песни Anatomy Of A Ghost - Distress In The Control Tower
Anatomy Of A Ghost - Distress In The Control Tower слова песни
We`re surroundedJUST DROP THE GUN!The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmillsThe ticking clock spins out of controlErosion claims the monumentsWires rust sets the ghost with such hollow empty soundBreaking on its touch to eardrumsTraversing these low vibrations to an awful piercing pitchSo tear us down so we can cut our throatsLeaving the words written in skyNo we won`t put these hands down tonightBreathing takes practice and its practice we missedSo we die end transmission we`re giving upClimb the spires in hopes ofThe flowing uncut grass climbs up all in efforts to drag us downHidden from the stand off as if they wouldn`t lookTurn the lights lowWasting precious timeWait for no oneTell it like it(Sudden FULL sudden REVERSE)