Out on the wall
sounds of banging
is constant
coming from your head
And desperate
the calls came and ringing
from those
wanna wring
your neck
Your neck
Open your mouth
sounds of breathing
found it spilling
from your face
Best to be dim
to the humbling traffic
stomping on
your name
Count on
us all
falling on
our own swords
tonight
And chilling walk home
down the portions
roads they're leading
straight to your place
Look like the tin can
with swallow the kitchen
plugging up your space
Count on
us all
stepping on
our own toes
tonight
Count on
us all
stepping on
our own toes
Count on
us all
falling on
our own swords
tonight