Lyrics Silent Climbers - Tower

Silent Climbers

The end of your masquerade
A matter of time
The human race was dying out
No one left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon
Hate will get you pretty son
Everyone was hanging out
Hanging up and hanging down
Hanging in and holding fast
Hope our little world will last
The human race was dying out
No one left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon
Hate will get you pretty son