Текст песни Every Time I Die - Emergency Broadcast Syndrome
Every Time I Die - Emergency Broadcast Syndrome слова песни
position the phantom rigged in reflective tape.situated like a makeshift antenna, grinning like tinfoil.we`re losing reception. we can`t pick up the game.i should be discontinued.i am a broadcasting embarrasment.hiss like the damned.decoding the transmitted pulse that dispatch from her lips.i am not recieving a sign that says i am still here anymore.do you hear me?am i coming through at all?is any of this making sense?you`ve got a ghost on your hands.a televisual image only partially clear.scrambled phantom (i wish we`d all just stop talking at once).spitting and cursing from the scrapheap we`re on.you should have lost your cool.