Melting down the guns of your past
Rusted wax self-contorts last
Dead men memories cutting to sand
Trusting you without a mind
Strike against the time of the peace
Can it stop, decator threes
Memories cutting to sand
Melting down the guns of your past
Nobody told me, that’s what I wanted
Nobody told me, that’s what never ends
Climb the walls
Clear their throats
Climb the walls
Clear their throats
Climb the walls
Clear their throats
Clear their throats
Climb the walls
Clear their throats
Climb the walls
Nobody told me that’s what I wanted
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