Melting down the guns of your past Rusted wax self-contorts last Dead men memories cutting to sand Trusting you without a mind Strike against the time of the peace Can it stop, decator threes Memories cutting to sand Melting down the guns of your past Nobody told me, that's what I wanted Nobody told me, that's what never ends Climb the walls Clear their throats Climb the walls Clear their throats Climb the walls Clear their throats Clear their throats Climb the walls Clear their throats Climb the walls Nobody told me that's what I wanted