Texty: Between The Buried And Me. The Great Misdirect. Desert of Song.

The Radios stopped tuning
This static is forbidden
The chords quit strumming?
But we found our new home.
It will rain (falls so slow)
It will rain down here
The drums quit thumping
These tones are forbidden
The throat can?t start singing
The scarecrow is watching
It will ran (falls so slow)
It will rain down here
Here, we?re awake in the desert of song
The silence is broken

Here, we?re awake and the silence is broken
Silence is broken, silence is broken.
Here?we?sing.
Sing with the fear.
fear: the control tower.
The new sun comes by the hour
Ghosts slowly disappear in the fog..
Silence the suffering
We?ve built back the age-old sound of song.
Here? we?sing?
Sing with the fear.