Subharmonic Depths
Cold chrome under a blackened sky The signal cuts,
the dead wires shine
You keep the ledger by the door
But we don't count the debt
no more
No more permission
No more retreat
I feel the pressure
Beneath my feet
Raise the black flag higher Let the old machine expire We are
the fault inside the frame
We are the spark that eats the chain (raise it high)
Your glass towers split the dawn Let clean reflections fall apart
Every promise you have sold
Leaves a number
on the heart
Raise the black flag higher Let the old machine expire We are
the fault inside the frame
We are the spark that eats the chain
No permission
No retreat
Raise the flag (ahhhh)