| Last Transmission |
|---|
| Cannot ease the fever flaming in your eyfs |
| Can’t close out the frequence lusting for the lie |
| When your depression slowly leaves |
| The world around you starts to burn |
| Won’t feel it coming |
| Won’t feel anything at all |
| Last transmission |
| Way down in seclusion — the icon of your fear |
| Let your eyes believe you see it all so clear |
| Desperation is the only thing you couldn’t live without |
| Can you hear them screaming? |
| No, can’t hear anything at all |
