ฟังเพลงLast Transmission

So this is my last transmission

The words that soon fall to dust

No I won't be home on this day

No I won't be home on this day

No I won't be home on this day

And in these fists was held

Questions unanswered

And it is killing me

Killing me

And it is killing me

Killing me

Kiss of black on our lips

Lungs breaking cave in

So forget these words

Spoken in sequence

Won't be our last

Plain wrapped brown package

Placed in our arms

Tied up with string explodes

Scanning horizon feel skin get numb

This begins the fall

Words begin the fall

We woke up on the day before

We were handed the open book

Chamber clicks pin breaks the shell

When hands fell from mid face

To block our eyes from sore

Seeing more fingers make

A picket fence holding with

What we know fading slowly

From our eyes to white lights

This was all this was all

This was all this was all

Kiss of black on our lips

Lungs breaking so cave in

So forget these words

Spoken in sequence

Plain wrapped brown package

Placed in our arms

Tied up with string explodes

Scanning horizon feel skin get numb

This begins the fall

Words begin to fall

Way to go

Wait it won't be long

Wait it won't be long

Climbing up these mixblade spires

Climbing up these mixblade spires

In our hopes they would find us

Climbing up these mixblade spires

In our hopes they would find us

Wait it out drop satellites

Drop satellites

For just tonight give it up

For just tonight

Climbing up these mixblade spires

In our hopes they would find us

This was ours this was ours

This was ours this was ours

Plain wrapped brown package

Placed in our arms

Tied up with string explodes

Scanning horizon feel skin get numb

This begins the fall

Words begin to fall

Plain wrapped brown package

Placed in our arms

Tied up with string explodes

Scanning horizon feel skin get numb

This begins the fall

Words begin to fall

Till the clouds bring on the rain

Watch as faces fall everyday

Letting it worsen they'll never learn

You knew we knew just not enough

So now back to the pretty ballets

Slabs of rockwalls where spires climb

So tall the wheat fields

So tall the wheat fields

Growing up too much

Trench road says I'm free I'm free

The head bumps ahead bleeding

From burning sun

Lungs breaking so cave in

Lungs breaking so cave in

Lungs breaking so cave in

Lungs breaking so cave in

Lungs breaking

Lungs breaking so cave in

Lungs breaking

Lungs breaking so cave in

So cave in