Part of the Math (Digital Mix)
And we're off again
It comes out of nowhere
Like a rope, wrapping tighter and tighter
'Round the throat
I guess when it's on it's on
I mean I guess I'm saying
Probably happens to everyone
And they all got a mean objective
Or you could say
Naw, thin to the thickening
Every breath as an invitation
A little louder now
Like a feather to put in the cap
You dance, get yer cocktail on
Feels good
Leaving everything as it is
A shout from the back of the hall
One time, two times
The writing is on the wall
The wall, the wall, the wall
Back to it
Looking out like it's preservation
A little softer now
What goes 'round comes around
Stop
Now consider this
Stop making it all about your shit
We all gotta deal
One trip, make the most of it
Just a little bit
Stop making it about your shit
We're all gonna be
Six feet in the coldest ground
Now we're blacking out
Right then
Turn around
Go on and give it back
You're dead meat
In a chilling freeze
You're an effigy
And a wrapper in a plastic bag
We're all dietys
Washed up in a sewage leak
Where was I?
A flowered shrine
A cussing bum
A crystal shine
In a pool of scum
A dream so real
That your vision's gone
An animal
A mineral
A vegetable
An abacus
I'm an animal
I'm a mineral
I'm a vegetable
I'm an abacus
All right
It comes out of nowhere
Like a rope, wrapping tighter and tighter
'Round the throat
I guess when it's on it's on
I mean I guess I'm saying
Probably happens to everyone
And they all got a mean objective
Or you could say
Naw, thin to the thickening
Every breath as an invitation
A little louder now
Like a feather to put in the cap
You dance, get yer cocktail on
Feels good
Leaving everything as it is
A shout from the back of the hall
One time, two times
The writing is on the wall
The wall, the wall, the wall
Back to it
Looking out like it's preservation
A little softer now
What goes 'round comes around
Stop
Now consider this
Stop making it all about your shit
We all gotta deal
One trip, make the most of it
Just a little bit
Stop making it about your shit
We're all gonna be
Six feet in the coldest ground
Now we're blacking out
Right then
Turn around
Go on and give it back
You're dead meat
In a chilling freeze
You're an effigy
And a wrapper in a plastic bag
We're all dietys
Washed up in a sewage leak
Where was I?
A flowered shrine
A cussing bum
A crystal shine
In a pool of scum
A dream so real
That your vision's gone
An animal
A mineral
A vegetable
An abacus
I'm an animal
I'm a mineral
I'm a vegetable
I'm an abacus
All right
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Benjamin Lennox
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