pulled to bits
mars volta, the
tongues are clacking words of one vision
one tiny incision and teeth are cracking
and teeth are cracking on thin air
pulled to bits in silence
left rotting on the ground
slowly pulled to bits in silence
buildings bleached with shatter
fill their senses with cement
pulled to bits in silence
left rotting on the ground
slowly pulled to bits in silence
young lungs snapping coming up for air
the mindless ones yapping
slashing through the thoroughfare
one by one without a fucking care
pulled to bits in silence
left rotting on the ground
slowly pull to bits in silence
pulled to bits without a sound