Controlled Burn Lyrics

How can you spell out the spelling when you're lost for words?
We thought we were on to something, turned out to be our hands wrapped around our necks.
Mass murder though typeface.
The bodies are bagged.
We swim through paperwork.
We're dead weights held down by paperweights.
We throw up our hands, we're up in arms.
It's cradled inside the arms of bloodthirsty, faceless print.
The letters will burn through newsprint.
Sound out the spelling that sways.