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Correct Distress In The Control Tower Lyrics
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Anatomy Of A Ghost
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Correct Distress In The Control Tower
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We're surrounded... just drop the gun (the fields have been cut off) The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills The ticking clock spins out of control, erosion claims the monuments The wires rust sets the ghost with such hollow empty sound Breaking on it's 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 the sky, No we won't, no we won't put these hands down tonight And breathing takes practice and it's practice we missed So we died 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. (x 4) Turn the lights low. Wasting precious time. Turn out the lights and dream of colors Wait for no one. Tell it like it is. (x 2) And 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 that the stand off ends today Climb the spires in hopes of... Climb the spires in hopes that the destruction ends we're saved We're surrounded... just drop the gun The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills Sudden full... sudden release! We're surrounded... just drop the gun The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control Suffer face, hands, suffocate We're surrounded... just drop the gun The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills Sudden full... sudden release! We're surrounded... just drop the gun The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control Suffer face, hands, suffocate And breathing takes practice and it's practice we missed So we die end transmission we're giving up We're surrounded... just drop the gun The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills Sudden full... sudden release! Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends today We're surrounded... just drop the gun The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control Suffer face, hands, suffocate Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends today
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