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They sling our marrow like its fodder
Mortaring morticious brothers
We'll 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
who's walls Who's 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 them 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 another's femur on my head
Will this dust ever settle
Even better now the sky is bent?
I got a a stomach full of fingernails
and another's 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!
They sling our marrow like its fodder    Mortaring morticious brothers    We'll 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    who's walls Who's 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 them 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 another's femur on my head    Will this dust ever settle    Even better now the sky is bent?    I got a a stomach full of fingernails    and another's 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!
 
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