they sling our marrow like its fodder
mortaring morticious brothers
well never get out of this place alive
if these walls
these walls keep closing
into practiced chains of blather
bubbling a thick blood lather
washboard ribs and broken cribs
these walls
these walls keep closing in
nana na na na na
fear just fell from a loaded sleeve
fluent in the tongue of greed
a master at the art of sleaze
whos walls whos walls are a fiendish
grin of rotten desolation
paranoid isolation
fueling our blood stained machines
the bells of free-dumb liberty
the smell of gunshot bitter sweet
these walls
these walls keep closing in
oh where do we begin
our dismantling we
call on all to sing
these walls keep closing in
oh where do we begin
our dismantling we
call on all to sing
nana na na na na
canisters of feigned dissent
they load our bodies into them
the prize surprise its eating at your eyes
and drawing down the
shades
made out of skin
it's kin eating kin
cogs living in
the burning city when
will this day ever end
will the words from within
break down this wall
our fall
this wall
will this dust ever settle even better now the sky is bent
i got a a stomach full of fingernails and anothers femur on my head
eyeballs plug the mouths like hoses
scared of all the not-me noses
poking into our daydreams
while in the distance glistening
that wall of bones that holds our tongues in
scared of all the taste bud rows of
hands that speak to you and me
that sign rivolta silenziosa!
these walls keep closing in
oh where do we begin
our dismantling we
call on all to sing
these walls keep closing in
oh where do we begin
our dismantling we
call on all to sing
