| One tiny incision and teeth are cracking
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| On thin air, on thin air
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| And teeth are cracking on thin air
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| Pulled to bits in silence
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| Left rotting on the ground
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| Slowly pulled to bits in silence
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| Without a sound, without a sound
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| Buildings bleached with shatter, shatter, clatter
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| Fill their senses with cement
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| Watch the people scatter
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| One by one, one by one
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| Pulled to bits in silence
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| Left rotting on the ground
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| Slowly pulled to bits in silence
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| Without a sound, without a sound
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| Young lungs snapping coming up for air
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| The mindless ones yapping, slashing through the thoroughfare
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| One by one, one by one
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| Oh, one by one without a fucking care
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| Pulled to bits in silence
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| Left rotting on the ground
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| Slowly pull to bits in silence
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| Without a sound, without a fucking sound
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| Pulled to bits, yackety, yackety, yack, yack, yack
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| Pulled to bits, shatter, shatter, shatter, clatter
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| Pulled to bits, yap, yap, yap, yapping
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| Pulled to bits without a sound |