We will resist and bite! 'Cause we are all in sight We take up arms and fight! Fight hard! Resist and do what's righ Gloria fortis miles The Wehrmacht closing in

Knows no remorse A natural force The pack of wolves Are closing in Now, hear the howling beasts They move fast Through the winter woods And soon it's time to feast A vicious hunt

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life

(In a car jam) And drowned out Missa Luba In a car jam Tonight they're closing up the world N'sweeping smoke from cigarettes And what is that Funky multi-national anthem rocking from a thousand King Kong cassette decks And then a shyboy from Missouri

I know all about you And you say that it's alright And I know that it's a lie From the black in your eyes Like there's no one that cares about you You don't have to act like you're alone Like the walls are closing in around you You don't have to pretend

Just one last time Even though it hurts I can’t slow down Walls are closing in and I hit the ground With “there’s no tomorrow” echo in my mind This is the end station But I can’t move away from you This is the edge of patience But you’ll prove yourself

(We are not listening, we are on the streets) And in the half light They only echo You told us that We were too young Now that night's closing in Lock us up safe And hide the key

You and I will not be shaken By the winter sound But my voice is suffocating Ah-ah-ooh-ow In the winter sound Stop, you're cold against the skin You take me in your arms when walls are closing in, ooh-ooh And I run, I run, I run, awakening my heart But

Wait for me to come home We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing And time's forever frozen still So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet And if you hurt me Inside these

All praise their sacrificed sons Who would wish this On our people? And proclaim That His will be done Scriptures they heed have misled them Walls are closing Channel surfing