Mountains all around
Altogether we stumble

Eleven million clowns
Every one with a razor out


And the smoke lies on the valley floor
And the blood dries while we spill some more


Once we were the end
The end of the long road
Leading to the start

Of the ever-invading crowds

And the smoke lies on the valley floor

And the blood dries while we spill

Endless summer, needless space,

Fill it all up with a void

Mountains all around

Altogether we tumble down

And the smoke lies on the valley floor

And the blood dries while we spill some more