[ Featuring Money ]
Torchwood brown and muted blue
Haunting Merrow's Cross
Distant sounds of tearing down
Haunting Merrow's Cross
Twitching eyes of skipping town
And boots that never move
Paralyzed and paranoid
Their boots will never move
Their boots will never move again
Fresh roadkill foaming at the mouth
No chance to hear you out
Whisper while you turn the screw
"We were never here"
Taking turns to snuff us out
Like we were never here
Smoky black and muted blue
Consuming Merrow's Cross
Still haunting Merrow's Cross
Like roadkill roasting in the sun
No chance to hear you out
Like roadkill roasting in the sun
Leaving you with nothing else
But empty Merrow's Cross
