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Razor Red Noise The Ghost City

Trying not to breathe too loud They can smell the fear Trying not to look like I?m alone in this But when it comes down to it We?re all just sitting

When everything fades, the stage is set The steps we take bring us closer to the threat The city I see at the edge of the light Foreboding, it seems

The colours draining from your face Make it easier to see the cracks, The breaks in your wall The feelings bleeding from this place Make me feel so