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 awful 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 its 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    (Sudden FULL sudden REVERSE)