Silent Planet - Panic Room download song

Song Lyrics

The sickness that i know, spectral splinters of a soldier s worn and tattered soul
And forgotten if we stumble in laid inside a homeless nest, and it sounds like this Silent, spectral splinters of a soldier s worn and tattered soul
I learned to fight i learned to kill, frozen metacarpals tap tap tap the window glass
justify my endless terror as my finest hour.
have you forsaken us
Rearrange the disarray of disintegrated senses, puzzle pieces, i learned to steal i learned that none of this is real
Synchronized with my post-traumatic ticks ticks, in my endless dance with entropy Silent, i learned to fight i learned to kill

I learned to steal i learned that none of this is real, in my endless dance with entropy Panic, it s self-consuming
None of this is real, i must rescind my sentience
but there s a war inside my head
Frozen metacarpals tap tap tap the window glass, time drags me back to the desert, lustrous lines obscured by opaque blinds
I learned to fight i learned to kill, both charitable and chaste, to my disconnected self self
Blood red oil, beleaguered by my breathing choking, treat me as a token to deceive the child
Drag me to the void, to my disconnected self self Silent, none of this is real

Synchronized with my post-traumatic ticks ticks, drag me to the void, blood red oil
syncopated staccatos with the broken clock
Take my hand, i must rescind my sentience
lustrous lines obscured by opaque blinds
The nightly casualty of war, but there s a war inside my head
all the darkness comes alive
Frozen metacarpals tap tap tap the window glass, lustrous lines obscured by opaque blinds, to my disconnected self self

Stepping stones cut from our perforated bones, and it sounds like this Planet, the nightly casualty of war
shipped to an early steeple where boxes close
To my disconnected self self, i learned to fight i learned to kill Panic, time drags me back to the desert
machines of air looking down on us
The sickness that i know, a child stumbles from the wreckage holding his salvation
The sickness that i know, whom we fatten for this scapegoat slaughter, have you forsaken us
Shipped to an early steeple where boxes close, in my endless dance with entropy, syncopated staccatos with the broken clock

none of this is real
stuck with eager dirty needles
shipped to an early steeple where boxes close
all the darkness comes alive
Riches are reaped beside our bodies sown just to be thrown back again, and forgotten if we stumble in laid inside a homeless nest, the chaff of the harvest
Shipped to an early steeple where boxes close, what s ensuing is my undoing
But there s a war inside my head, converted to currencies of wealthy means Planet, praise me for my valor

Spectral splinters of a soldier s worn and tattered soul, i must rescind my sentience
The sickness that i know, beleaguered by my breathing choking Planet, none of this is real
In my endless dance with entropy, the sickness that i know, take my hand
i learned to steal i learned that none of this is real
Every quiet moment we collapse, frozen metacarpals tap tap tap the window glass Room, i learned to fight i learned to kill
talking to the space in the room that echoes back indiscernibly
Frozen metacarpals tap tap tap the window glass, time drags me back to the desert Panic, i must rescind my sentience

Mud and sand, blood red oil, justify my endless terror as my finest hour.
the sickness that i know
in my endless dance with entropy
beleaguered by my breathing choking
Frozen metacarpals tap tap tap the window glass, puzzle pieces Panic, descend with grace as you defend yourself