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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
Pulled to bits--in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pulled to bits--in silence
Without a sound, without a sound
Buildings bleached with shatter-shatter-clatter
Fill their senses with cement
Watch the people scatter
One by one, one by one
Pulled to bits--in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pulled 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
Pulled to bits--in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pull to bits--in silence
Without a sound, without a fucking sound
Pulled to bits, yackety-yackety-yack-yack-yack
Pulled to bits, shatter-shatter-shatter-clatter
Pulled to bits, yap-yap-yap-yapping
Pulled to bits--without a sound
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