Letra de Distress In The Control Tower

We're surrounded, just drop the gun!
The fields have been cut off with salt and black windmills
The ticking clock spins out of control
Erosion claims the monuments
The wire's rust sets the ghosts with such hollow, empty sound
Breaking on its touch to ear drums
Traversing these low vibrations to an awful piercing pitch
So tear us down so we can cut our throats
Leaving our words written in the sky
No we won't, no we won't find ourselves tonight
Breathing takes practice, 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 this in efforts to drag us down
Hidden from our stand off
As if they wouldn't look
Turn the lights low, wasting precious time
(turn out the lights, drain the colors)
Wait for no one, tell it like it is
Breathing takes practice, 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 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
(sudden full . . . sudden release)
We're surrounded, just drop the gun
The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills (breathing takes practice, practice we missed)
We're surrounded, just drop the gun
The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control
(so we die, end transmission: we're giving up)
We're surrounded, just drop the gun (climb the spires in hopes of)
The fields have been cut off with stars and black windmills
(climb the spires in hopes that the destruction ends, we're saved)
We're surrounded, just drop the gun (climb the spires in hopes of)
The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control
(climb the spires in hopes that the destruction ends, we're saved)