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
(x3)
Climb the walls!
Clear their throats!
(x2)
Clear their throats!
Climb the walls!
Nobody told me that's what I wanted!
