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 [bad word] up for air
the mindless ones yapping, slashing through the thoroughfare
one by one, one by one
oh one by one without a [bad word] care

Pulled to bits--in silence
left rotting on the ground
Slowly pull to bits--in silence
without a sound, without a [bad word] 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