Feel I was running an endless mile, Last time it burns And I'm dying inside All of this will turn to ash A change for a piece of mind I got what I deserved The picture slowly fades, The walls are closing in, And there I was, cursing the ground,

(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

For closing me down Christmas flared amongst us And we called it evergreen Built a world without your love Take me back to the catacombs I am tempted by her love Bluest eyes against my own skin I've never been so caught up Looking around I see memories

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

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

(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

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

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 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

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