Corroded Siren Call
Beneath the copper sky,
the towers bend (choke)
We watch the systems slowly fray
And on this iron wheel we meet our end
Fall down into the cold machine
(fall
down) Where the black water washes clean (ahhhh)
Beneath the copper sky,
the towers bend (choke)
We watch the systems slowly fray
And on this iron wheel we meet our end
Fall down into the cold machine
(fall
down) Where the black water washes clean (ahhhh)