Tongues are clacking words of one vision

One tiny incision and teeth are cracking

on thin air, on thin air

And teeth are cracking on thin air



Pull to bits--in silence

left rotting on the ground

Slowly pull to bits--in silence

without a sound, without a sound



Building's bleached with shatter-shatter-clatter

fill their senses with cement

watch the people scatter

one by one, one by one



Pull to bits--in silence

left rotting on the ground

Slowly pull to bits--in silence

without a sound, without a sound



Young lungs snapping coming up for air

the mindless ones yapping, slashing through the thoroughfare

one by one, one by one

oh one by one without a fucking care



Pull to bits--in silence

left rotting on the ground

Slowly pull to bits--in silence

without a sound, without a fucking sound



Pull to bits, yackety-yackety-yack-yack-yack

Pull to bits, shatter-shatter-shatter-clatter

Pull to bits, yap-yap-yap-yapping

Pull to bits--without a sound