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 lead 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