Anatomy Of A Ghost - DISTRESS IN THE CONTROL TOWER lyrics

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 is

(Sudden FULL sudden REVERSE)