Over radio waves
and a maze of wires
down below the street
the message flows out of breath
behind the beat
well there are voices on the dial
sing the same dead song
and the caller names the tune
dj hums along to whats going on
count down our days
count down our days
and from our secret places
the space between the walls
and under basement stairs where you hide yourself away
well there calling out april, calling out may
your month, your week, your day is almost done
Count down our days
count down our days
Turn the light out, before they turn the lights outs x70

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