Lyrics

Sticking to your guns, always
Never fails to get you in a
Fighting strait
Armoured up in shields and plates
No prisoners
Terrible ascent to the top
Of your game
Left you with a dizzy head
Cornered by the path you led
Never climbing again
The sooner it comes
Oh, the sooner it's gone
Never get the ghost
No sign of a surface
To settle upon
Call off the hunt from
Another to one
Begged, bought and sold
No sign of a ceasefire
So carry on
Picking at your meals
So bored of the same
Colourless and carbon-framed
Bleached out all the pages
All part of the game
In an empty vault given up
To the stacks
Hope it never comes to that
The day you need your
Old tapes back
Oh, sorry day
The sooner it comes
Oh, the sooner it's gone
Never get the ghost
No sign of a surface
To settle upon
Call off the hunt from
Another to one
Begged, bought and sold
No sign of a ceasefire
So carry on
Written by: Oliver Deakin
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