Frogstar
The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets
Radio waves are pouring from their hideaways
So deep, so loud,
I think I hear them coming out
They pierced our hull with caustic cosmic barnacles
Two days to go
Still waiting for the hatch to blow
We're so alone
Frogstar's the closest thing to home
And if we fail
I'll be the one to drive the nail
(2x)
We gave our souls for a million writhing tadpoles
So fair, so proud
Tucked in their magellanic cloud
We're so alone
Frogstar's the closest thing to home
And if we fail
I'll be the one to drive the nail
(2x)
The last nail
