Follow, all the words I've swallowed In to the backrooms, with locks and shackles Leave it to forget Buried in the back Never paid the rent Settled, with dusty armour No sign of life here A sea unchartered Left unaware Like distant air It whispers again But the falling dark Can't hide the scent Or the screaming voice in the distant air And the firing squad Is aimed to kill When the distant air whispers my guilt Somewhere, the gun has fired And I'm running faster Though my will is tired They'll throw out the net No second chance No going back Static, spreading like infection here The hunters, tracking down the scent of fear Is this Is this the end It's slipping from my grasp But the falling dark Can't hide the scent Or the screaming voice in the distant air And the firing squad Is aimed to kill When the distant air whispers my guilt But the falling dark Can't hide the scent Or the screaming voice in the distant air And the firing squad Is aimed to kill When the distant air whispers my guilt