Текст (слова) песни: Anatomy Of A Ghost - Distress In The Control Tower
We`re surrounded JUST DROP THE GUN! The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills The ticking clock spins out of control
Erosion claims the monuments Wires rust sets the ghost with such hollow empty sound Breaking on its touch to eardrums Traversing these low vibrations to an awful piercing pitch So tear us down so we can cut our throats Leaving the words written in sky No we won`t put these hands down tonight
Breathing takes practice and its practice we missed So we die end transmission we`re giving up Climb the spires in hopes of
The flowing uncut grass climbs up all in efforts to drag us down Hidden from the stand off as if they wouldn`t look
Turn the lights low Wasting precious time Wait for no one Tell it like it
(Sudden FULL sudden REVERSE)
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