The Fall of Troy "A Man. A Plan. A Canal. Panama."

The Fall Of Troy's 'Manipulator' is available now. Get the album here: https://bit.ly/tfot-merch Lyrics: The turn of the century That's turning out wrong No matter what words they say You can rest assured The stinging wind Surrounding is Pulling strings And clipping wings I knew there was no time We can dream And speak through sleep And in our minds Pick out the signs I ruined all the lines She comes over to me And takes a seat right across from the sea She answers questions and pulls from the deep Calling out to the sun To the sun Freeze frames were intended But lacking funds If you knew you'd suffer I'm making it up Eyes that speak when feeling Nothing's solved Lost my sense of direction De-railed, eject, off the starboard side Who am I to demand their lives Their fate is mine Will I survive So sweet you called But I won't answer Force-feed your ego compactor And let go Let go If my reputation precedes me Then I'm staying here comatose You get your way I'll get on mine Shutter at the sight of the front door My heart might stop As thin as innuendo I stare through her windows Play the night away I play the night away for fear of nothing to win You asked for my opinion I'm keeping my hands to myself #thefalloftroy #manipulator