Testo di Broadcasting

Fractured signs, they waste my time, they concentrate, they take what's mine, lost they move like fractured ghosts, to empty heads in empty lines Trapped in frames of empty films, a war is flat, in frames they kill, light will char and edits cut, they broadcast stare- they know they must Faded raids before they fold into themselves it's done I'm told, acting last repeats to last and beats you back when credits rolled Build yourself a fame through fire and douse it out when you require, list your age on lilac page strength in a crawl back to the stage When it's obvious they're not scared of us they will drag you back to cold, all film burnt at source, much too fast of course they will drag you back for more when your wish runs out they will make you doubt they will drag you back for more when your frame runs dry minds will start to fly they will break before they fold Broadcasting once Broadcasting twice Broadcasting one two three four five