Tongues are clacking words of one vision
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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
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Pulled To Bits
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| Siouxsie and the Banshees |
