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!