Parts Moving Lyrics

Walking through injury distance collapses over vague selection.
They are cutting our scene.
No reason or rhyme for what they do.
Scoffing at ammunition.
The evening goes on like a script.
Out and out.
Access behind and outshined. I
njury breaks through walls as the curtin falls.
A-Z arrangements of the exits we have made.
The closing lines are listless in décor.
The evening goes on like a script.