Squelch Margin (wersja 2)

Verse

Cold sweat dripping off the cage

Red needle trembling on the gauge

Dense heat pressed against the wall

Feet locked waiting for the fall

Your fingers brushing on my wrist

Static bleeding through the mist

Pre-Chorus

Frequency tight

Filter sweeps wide

Threshold is breaking

Open inside

Nothing between

The dark and the wire

Chorus

At the squelch margin

Cut through the roar

At the squelch margin

Hit the hard floor

Signal to noise

Locking us in

At the squelch margin

Under the skin

Hold the line

Let it begin

Verse

Strobe flash freezing in your eyes

Iron dust as the levels rise

Crush of the bodies, rib to chest

Sub-bass hammering the rest

Locked in the pocket, sight to sight

One clean current in the blinding night

Pre-Chorus

Frequency tight

Filter sweeps wide

Threshold is breaking

Open inside

Nothing between

The dark and the wire

Chorus

At the squelch margin

Cut through the roar

At the squelch margin

Hit the hard floor

Signal to noise

Locking us in

At the squelch margin

Under the skin

Hold the line

Let it begin

Bridge

Zero tolerance

Zero delay

All of the chatter

Fading away

No static left

No room to pull back

Two bodies fused

On the mono track

Chorus

At the squelch margin

Cut through the roar

At the squelch margin

Hit the hard floor

Signal to noise

Locking us in

At the squelch margin

Under the skin

Hold the line

Let it begin