At night A bullet rings through the air Through landscapes of dirt And lazy eyes There is something else behind these walls and doors Leading into breakfast at night All I wanna do is break the walls The walls have been erected to a**a**inate the human you are A party emerges at night And the lounge club singer becomes physically demented And the man behind the wall is dying in a room of saturated blues And cigarette smoke illuminated by black and white camera flashes From photographers in tuxedoes Don't you wanna break their necks? You know their necks have been erected to invalidate the blood in your veins A hospital at night in Skyscraper Is fluorescent greens and whitened walls A man in a gown loses all character inside of him at the sight of a syringe But manages to remain calm in front of doctors Campaigning for the next parade of infants to march in their doors And all they wanna do is break the law They know the law has been erected to a-persecute the person you are He died on the street last night Fueled by the messages on the billboards starring signs of the apocalypse And silver screen dreams of a last chance at the road to fame Through the back entrance at the theater where the rocket ship went off And the ashes of Hi8 video tapes of the crash sent him back to bed In a memorable moment in the days of looking out the window Into a golden sky He was no more His soul sinking into the stained cement The raindrops in the mud The friends with mouths wide open And the bluest sky from the oceans of his entire life At night In Skyscraper