Текст песни Broadcasting - The Damage Manual
Fractured
signs,
they
waste
my
time,
They
concentrate,
they
take
what's
mine,
Lost
they
move
like
fractured
ghosts,
To
empty
heads
in
empty
lines.
Trapped
in
frames
of
empty
films,
A
war
is
flat,
in
frames
they
kill,
Light
will
char
and
edits
cut,
They
broadcast
stare-
They
know
they
must.
Faded
raids
before
they
fold
Into
themselves
It's
done
I'm
told,
Acting
last
repeats
to
last
And
beats
you
back
When
credits
rolled.
Build
yourself
a
fame
through
fire
And
douse
it
out
When
you
require,
List
your
age
on
lilac
page
Strength
in
a
crawl
Back
to
the
stage.
When
it's
obvious
they're
not
scared
of
us
They
will
drag
you
back
to
cold,
All
film
burnt
at
source,
much
too
fast
of
course
They
will
drag
you
back
for
more
When
your
wish
runs
out
they
will
make
you
doubt
They
will
drag
you
back
for
more
When
your
frame
runs
dry
minds
will
start
to
fly
They
will
break
before
they
fold.
Broadcasting
once
Broadcasting
twice
Broadcasting
one
two
three
four
five.
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