So what's it gonna be?
Self destruct for free chaos in the lavatory
Throbbing in your ears
The problem disappears
Flashes on a screen
Naked porcelain serene
Never felt so small
Climbing up the walls
We are the ways and means expendable machines
A topic of conversation in the corner shops
I know the feeling twisted up and senses reeling
Find a place a port to call
Twisted up and climbing up the walls
So tell me have we not forgiven and forgot?
Scatterbombs and booby traps sleep within your soul
The damage is untold
And when it wakes again theses stupid kids will all be men
Generations fall climbing up the walls
So listen to your head experience is dead
We're dealing with decimals and decibels instead
The roof is caving is anything really worth saving?
Save yourself will be the call
Frantic people climbing up the walls
And another day is gone
Shouldn't be too long
Shoulda done like you told me
You told me