Píseň: Emergency Broadcast Syndrome (Bonus Track)

Interpret:
Every Time I Die
Album:
Hot Damn!
Position the phantom rigged in reflective tape.
Situated like a makeshift antenna, 
grinning like tinfoil.
We're losing reception, 
we can't pick up the game.
I should be discontinued.
I am a broadcasting embarrassment.
Hiss like the damned.
Decoding the transmitted pulse 
that dispatch from her lips.
I am not receiving a sign that says 
i am still here anymore.
Do you hear me?
Am i coming through at all?
Is any of this making sense?
You've got a ghost on your hands.
A televisual image only partially clear.
Scrambled phantom 
(I wish we'd all just stop talking at once).
Spitting and cursing from the scrapheap we're on.
You should have lost your cool.