False Reception (Alt. Ver.)

Your empty calls are crawling through the static in the hallway now I’m feeling every single vibration that you're sending out Like a faceless aggression in the sequence of a violent suppression Cold calculation in the rhythm of the signal distortion I don't trust the line because it's never silent today And the tension is rising up to blow it all away You're playing games with the frequency of my sanity I'm trapped in the geometry of this digital humanity When the panic intertwines with the terror in the design You're crossing every boundary and drawing up the line And I'm staring at the receiver with the fever in my brain And you're dancing on the edge of all the wreckage and the pain I'm never gonna let you in, I'm never gonna let you win I'm tearing at the signal just to break it all again Can’t you hear the silence screaming through the wires? Every nerve is over-teeming with the buried desires Drowning in the false connection Shaking from the bad reception False connection, bad reception Screaming, teeming, drowning, shaking Wires are twitching in the corner like a snake on the floor I'm hearing every single frequency that’s knocking at my door My fingers are raw and my knuckles are numb and I'm biting my tongue Feeding on the panic that you're breathing from your iron lung I'm disconnected and resurrected feeling every single pulse of the fear I can feel the receptor is fused to my ear And you're screaming through the speaker but the voice is getting weaker While I'm digging through the debris of the lies that you're keeping in the machine When the panic intertwines with the terror in the design You're crossing every boundary and drawing up the line And I'm staring at the receiver with the fever in my brain And you're dancing on the edge of all the wreckage and the pain I'm never gonna let you in, I'm never gonna let you win I'm tearing at the signal just to break it all again Can’t you hear the silence screaming through the wires? Every nerve is over-teeming with the buried desires Drowning in the false connection Shaking from the bad reception False connection, bad reception Stop the calls, stop the calls, stop the calls Taunt me with the silence, assault me with the violence From behind the empty walls I'm tearing down the frequencies I'm breaking all the guarantees You're never gonna get to me You're never gonna set me free I'm screaming at the silence until the signal goes dark I'm leaving you a mark, I'm leaving you a mark You're never gonna get away with all the things you say You're never gonna get away Can’t you hear the silence screaming through the wires? Every nerve is over-teeming with the buried desires Drowning in the false connection Shaking from the bad reception