Lletres: Incommunicado. Losing Daylight. Ribcage.

You've got to preach it to slaves now.
A cryptic message to just blame.
Innocent people that know how
To fall into your game.
We know the people that'll simply talk
About how this and that's incredibly "so not fair."
Don't even tell me how lonely.
Don't even tell me how strongly.
Right now! Slow down!
Minimal damage to your heart.
And telephone talking that won't stop.
A sharp distortion in your ear.
Always knowing we'll be here.
It's not even near your time