Lyrics:

Out on the wall sounds of banging is constant coming from your headAnd desperate the calls came and ringing from those
wanna wring your neckWring your neckOpen your mouth sounds of breathing found it spilling from your faceBest to be dim to
the humble of traffic stepping on your nameCount on us all falling on our own swords tonightAnd chilling walk home down the
portions roads there leading straight to your placeAnd look like the tin can with swallows the kitchen plugging up your space
Count on us all stepping on our own toes tonightCount on us all stepping on our own toesCount on us all falling on our own
swords tonight