Tekst:
Static Age The Blank Screens

We wake up in the west in pieces on blank screens a requiem for radio we've been singing in our sleep the chorus will laugh it off with hearts buried

Marilyn in white silence a sister for her and me and you fill blank space beneath dead weight when she's in the room she laughs just like falling angels

Everyone i know keeps waiting for the choke we do damage we don't see just by chasing down the things we need sweet jealousy this is a picture of me

Hand me down sorry you don't know the sleepwalkers are coming around it's time for us to go now time for us to go now you won't keep your secrets as

When the last light goes out in the west and the east gives up in a flash of heat in the darkness of a new dawn rising we'll give the world to machines

words that have no meaning, I try to paint a picture in my mind of how things used to be. As you say your speech, the blank static screen is trying to

the words that have no meaning, I try to paint a picture in my mind of how things used to be. As you say your speech, the blank static screen is trying