" WIRELINE

(tsst... k-clack)

Frost on the wire.

Iron in the lung.

Listen.

The soil doesn't sleep.

Cold gears turn beneath the steppe

Counting down the breath we kept

Signal cut along the trench

Charred pine and copper stench

(mm-hm) Static waits where rivers dried.

Steel will break before the vow

(before the vow)

Nothing pulls the furrow down

Brace against the turning wheel!

Burn the boundary, hold the line

Roots of black oak intertwine!

No surrender to

the cold Every spark is ours to hold!

(oh-oh-oh) Stand your ground through wire and stone!

Watch the perimeter line unfold

Thawing out the ancient gold

Under asphalt, under tread

Wake the unforgotten dead (tsst)

No retreating from the dark.

We remain! (we remain!) Through the ash and copper rain!

Burn the boundary, hold the line!

Ours to claim! (yeah!) (haaaah)

Still here.