These walls are reddish-brown
Ready to be bulldozed down
And softly torn to pieces
In slow motion, with no sound
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