Ironclad Fall
Static on the wire
Cold teeth in the dark
Burning out the wire
Leaving just a spark
And the pressure starts to climb
Yeah, we're running out of time (ahhhh)
Break the glass, let the fever spill!
We are standing perfectly still
In the wreckage of the wild design
Holding on to the borderline!
Flicker in the screen
Faces in the grey
Nothing's what it seems
When it bleeds away
And the pressure starts to climb
Yeah, we're running out of time (ahhhh)
Break the glass, let the fever spill!
We are standing perfectly still
In the wreckage of the wild design
Holding on to the borderline!
We bend until we break!
Every promise that we make! (break!)
Holding on...
To
the borderline...