lirik lagu 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 aweful 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 it’s practice we missed
so we die
end transmission
we’re giving up
climb the spires in hopes of
the flowing uncut gr-ss 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
turn the lights low
wasting precious time
wait for no one
tell it like it
turn the lights low
wasting precious time
wait for no one
tell it like it is
turn the lights low
wasting precious time
wait for no one
tell it like it is
turn the lights low
wasting precious time
wait for no one
tell it like it is
turn the lights low
wasting precious time
wait for no one
tell it like it is
breathing takes practice
and it’s practice we missed
so we die
end transmission
we’re giving up
climb the spires in hopes of
climb the spires in hopes of
climb the spires in hopes of
climb the spires in hopes of
we’re surrounded
just drop the gun
the fields have been cut off
with stars and black windmills
we’re surrounded
just drop the gun
the fields have been cut off
the ticking clock spins out of control
we’re surrounded
just drop the gun
the fields have been cut off
with stars and black windmills
we’re surrounded
just drop the gun
the fields have been cut off
the ticking clock spins out of control
we’re surrounded
just drop the gun
the fields have been cut off
with stars and black windmills
we’re surrounded
just drop the gun
the fields have been cut off
the ticking clock spins out of control
we’re surrounded
just drop the gun
the fields have been cut off
with stars and black windmills
we’re surrounded
just drop the gun
the fields have been cut off
the ticking clock spins out of control
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu anata – the templeerratic
- lirik lagu anata – those who lick the wounds of christ
- lirik lagu anata – under azure skies
- lirik lagu anata – vast landsinfernal gates
- lirik lagu anathallo – a holiday at the sea
- lirik lagu anathallo – a song for christine
- lirik lagu anathallo – aaron held his peace
- lirik lagu anathallo – at the lowest point
- lirik lagu anathallo – but without love
- lirik lagu anathallo – by number