Telecopters

Hey you

Telecopters
Hey you, take a look around
All this mess ain't because of you
Cut the crap, hurry up
No need to clean the blood, you won't save your soul

Come this way, don't look back
Don't try to figure out what happens next
It's up to you, sit and cry or go
You've gotta face your fear, you're on your own

Dear brother, take out your heart
Fill its place with the black star
Can’t let things the way they were
You’ve gotta incinerate a few more bones

Syrens come, the fire burns
You are cold as ice, there is no return
It’s 4 am, there is nothing there
You’ve got to pray to be just a nightmare

Hand spinning, time is running
Spread your wings and fly away from here
Clock is ticking, Bus speeding
Set a place where my eyes can’t see you

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