Asron(其他) - Secret Chiefs 3

The subpoenas always came in unmarked cruisers The fonts were bold and told us what to do The schematics we stole were impossible to decipher So let's go downto

I can see you in my telescope That punctures time like a needle through paper You're washing dishes during the civil war As your husband's stabbing your dad The

Keys to the house A map of your room There's nothing left to kill There's nothing more to bring my body home Deliberate sons brace for the storm Redact the sinf

Oh we crashed in the ash And then the cash of the titans blew out to sea But you you broke out the map Lead us out of the country Through the haunted hallway I

Collect your cobwebs Saw off your antlers Between blizzards we are free The front lawn's hosting the strangest vine growth That will in time entangle all we see

I miss so many people It carries back There is no re-arrival No loophole trap Explain it backwards for me And I'll be your sweetheart Without deceit No more war