We've been choking in a chalk white haze|We've been gnawing on the scraps from your table|We've been hanging on the airwaves under your control|There's a siren in the jet black night|There's a sign blocking every exit|You've been busy trying to get a grip on one more throat|You put your hammer to the anvil|One day this hammer's gonna fall on you|Quiet houses on the silent street|There's a bug in every whisper|There's a fire starts to burn in the corner of your eye|You put your hammer to the anvil|One day this hammer's gonna fall on you