Текст песни Dead - Fyrce Muons

Straight from above come down
Whistling whooshing the air
Around my head
The time for the dead

Speeding down road right through the fog
Don't put yourself outside the window as we speed on down that road
The caller of the dead

Her flew into a great tower
On those bedsheets with wings made in his uncles garage
The metal of the dead
Swooped down from above
Caught in those great headwinds at the point of the mountain
Where the motorcycles play
Swooped down that day on the tower
Fried by ten million volts of power
The call of the dead
The call to the dead

Make your hand go up and down the land
Into the unknown this hand is like poison
The call to the dead

Fire fire couch and clothes on fire
Closed up inside that mobile home casket
Burn burn burned alive
Is this where we come to die
That hollow sum of life
That call to the dead