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