Текст песни
Cold glass
Old mask
Shadow in the corridor
Blood on the floorboard
Silence is the metaphor
Click clack
Pitch black
Static in the radio
Tactical scenario
Burial in ontario
I don’t talk
I just exhale toxins
Dead weight boxed in
Rhythmic like a toxin
Heavy is the metal when the kettle starts to whistle
I’m a missile in the thistle
Carving names into the gristle
Icy veins
Iron gates
Watch the sky fall
Heavy weight
Bitter fate
Standin’ five tall
Concrete lungs
Silver tongues
Hear the ghost call
We don’t run
We don’t hide
We just break walls
Calculated malice
Sipping poison from a chalice
Building palaces of callus
Mechanical analysis
I’m the architect of dark effects
Hard to check
Put a start to wreck
Part the neck
Leave em with no heart to check
From the underground
Thunder bound
Hunter found
Keep the plunder round
Wonder now
How i keep the hunger bound
Winter in the district
The statistics are malicious
Keep it vicious and suspicious
I’m the ghost of the ambitious
The frost doesn't scream
It waits
The metal doesn't feel
It breaks
Icy veins
Iron gates
Watch the sky fall
Heavy weight
Bitter fate
Standin’ five tall
Concrete lungs
Silver tongues
Hear the ghost call
We don’t run
We don’t hide
We just break walls
Everything freezes
Eventually
