Distress In The Control Tower

Anatomy Of A Ghost

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 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



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