these walls are reddish brown ready to be bulldozed down and softly torn to pieces in slow motion there s no sound you got metal in your arteries and cameras in your blood stream and heartbeats from your batteries and 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