Phantom Limb Reflex [ЖиЖА]

Touch the static... feel the nerve... A phantom limb... that you deserve... It gave you... a reflex. Buried in the signal A twitch beneath the skin A hundred hungry echoes Are crawling to get in The circuitry is breathing A pulse without a host You're aching for the shadow That haunts you the most Re-animator (Hey!) Cold operator (Hey!) Every inch a simulator Re-animator (Hey!) Cold operator (Hey!) Look behind you... In the fever of the hollow sun We rattle till the bones come undone A million tiny teeth on the drum You don't run... you don't run... The rusted halo spinning A whisper from the grid The dust of old transmissions It knows just what you did You drown in open circuits A flood without a shore You beg the empty static To give you something more Re-animator (Hey!) Cold operator (Hey!) Every inch a simulator Re-animator (Hey!) Cold operator (Hey!) Look behind you... In the fever of the hollow sun We rattle till the bones come undone A million tiny teeth on the drum You don't run... you don't run... Scream... through the broken glass... Shiver... in the binary ash... The frame is frozen, but the eyes still roll... This is not possession... this is control. In the fever of the hollow sun We rattle till the bones come undone A million tiny teeth on the drum You don't run... you don't run... A million teeth... on the drum... You don't run... you don't...