These walls are reddish-brown
Ready to be bulldozed down
And softly torn to pieces
In slow motion, there's no sound
Got metal in your arteries
Cameras in your blood stream
Heartbeats from your battery's
Limited reserve
This is your end
This is your end
You're delivered
You've sung the glories
Lived a million short stories
And the tales that you told will
No doubt outlast your years
But the heavy led arteries
And the cameras in your blood stream
And the heartbeats from your batteries
Ticking slower and slower and still
This is your end
This is your end
This is your end
You're delivered
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