Lyrics Every Time I Die – Emergency Broadcast Syndrome
Text:
Position the phantom rigged in reflective tape.
Situated like a makeshift antenna, grinning like tinfoil.
We’re losing reception. we can’t pick up the game.
I should be discontinued.
I am a broadcasting embarrasment.
Hiss like the damned.
Decoding the transmitted pulse that dispatch from her lips.
I am not recieving a sign that says I am still here anymore.
Do you hear me?
Am I coming through at all?
Is any of this making sense?
You’ve got a ghost on your hands.
A televisual image only partially clear.
Scrambled phantom (I wish we’d all just stop talking at once).
Spitting and cursing from the scrapheap we’re on.
You should have lost your cool.
Hiss like the damned.
Decoding the transmitted pulse that dispatch from her lips.
I am not recieving a sign that says I am still here anymore.
Do you hear me?
Am I coming through at all?
Is any of this making sense?
You’ve got a ghost on your hands.
A televisual image only partially clear.
Scrambled phantom (I wish we’d all just stop talking at once).
Spitting and cursing from the scrapheap we’re on.
You should have lost your cool.
Album
Every Time I Die – Every Time I Die - Last Night In Town
Every Time I Die – Shallow Water Blackout
Every Time I Die – California, Gracefully
Every Time I Die – Nothing Dreadful Ever Happens
Every Time I Die – Pincushion
Every Time I Die – The Logic Of Crocodiles
Every Time I Die – Enter Without Knocking And Notify The Police
Every Time I Die – Punch–Drunk Punk Rock Romance
Every Time I Die – Here’s Lookin’ At You
Every Time I Die – Jimmy Tango’s Method
Every Time I Die – Emergency Broadcast Syndrome