Fractured signs, they waste my time

They concentrate, they take what's mine

Lost they move like fractured ghosts

To empty heads in empty lines



Trapped in frames of empty films

A war is flat, in frames they kill

Light will char and edits cut

They broadcast stare, they know they must



Faded raids before they fold

Into themselves it's done I'm told

Acting last repeats to last

And beats you back when credits rolled



Build yourself a fame through fire

And douse it out when you require

List your age on lilac page

Strength in a crawl back to the stage



When it's obvious they're not scared of us

They will drag you back to cold

All film burnt at source, much too fast of course

They will drag you back for more



When your wish runs out they will make you doubt

They will drag you back for more

When your frame runs dry minds will start to fly

They will break before they fold



Broadcasting once, broadcasting twice

Broadcasting one, two, three, four, five