03 Tinfoil Hat

smallwaves

hang up
i hear the ghostly sound
faintly
they come
down through the phone lines
bravely
to give you peace of mind
to pacify the masses
i read it all online
the dread the fear the sorrow
we’re running out of time
today tonight tomorrow
we’re counting every breath
so hard to breath
it’s really something
please you must believe
little
by little
what remains
nothing
fading
and go so silently
into the night
illuminate your tortured mind
and pacify oh pacify
i read it all aline
the dread the fear the sorrow
we’re running out of time
today tonight tomorrow
it’s growing dark it’s getting hard to see
the voices cry and spread hypocracy
the more we hear the less that we believe
it’s really something please you must believe
hang up hang up hang up
to give you peace of mind
to pacify the masses
illuminate your tortured mind
to pacify
to ease your mind
we’re going blind we cannot see
in the dark we must believe