[Verso 1]
Out on the wall sounds of banging
Is constant coming from your head
And desperate the calls came and
Ringing from those wanna wring your neck
Your neck
[Verso 2]
Open your mouth sounds of breathing
Found it spilling from your face
Best to be dim to the humble of
Traffic stopping on your name
[Coro]
Count on us all falling our own swords tonight
[Verso 3]
Chilling walk home down the portions
Roads there leading straight to your place
Look like the tin can would swallow the kitchen
Plugging up your space
[Coro]
Count on us all stepping on our toes tonight
[Conclusi�n]
Count on us all stepping on our toes
Count on us all to fall on our own swords tonight