Brand New Weapon
Tomorrow is creeping to get a letter off and stop the talking.
Twisting halves, smoking brings, a little black box, a hard insanity.
Your twisting, I'm leaving; a little rumbling on the mast skins,
Skin that crawls, when it all comes crumbling,
Down.
All the cities start sliding into the sea
Don't let it get under your skin
You're feeling cold, cold, cold
Don't let it get under your skin
Don't let it get under your skin
Shock, moaning. 'I'm fine.'
'What kind of mess we're in', and stop the talking.
Cut that road and see the bridge falling,
A new weapon: a new weapon for me.
All the cities I love, all, sliding into the sea.
Sliding, sliding. Into the sea.
Don't let it get under your skin
Don't let it get under your skin
You're feeling cold, cold, cold
Don't let it get under your skin
Don't let it get under your skin
She knows you know you are a killer, you know you are a killer
My friends know that weapon makes it better, that weapon makes it better
But she knows you know you are a killer, you know you are a killer
My friends know those weapons make it better, those weapons make it better
Three is just a number.
Two is just a number
One is just a number
Now there's nothing
(Nothing for you, nothing for you)
Three is just a number.
(a weapon for you)
Two is just a number.
(a weapon for you)
One is just a number
(a weapon for you)
Now there's nothing
Twisting halves, smoking brings, a little black box, a hard insanity.
Your twisting, I'm leaving; a little rumbling on the mast skins,
Skin that crawls, when it all comes crumbling,
Down.
All the cities start sliding into the sea
Don't let it get under your skin
You're feeling cold, cold, cold
Don't let it get under your skin
Don't let it get under your skin
Shock, moaning. 'I'm fine.'
'What kind of mess we're in', and stop the talking.
Cut that road and see the bridge falling,
A new weapon: a new weapon for me.
All the cities I love, all, sliding into the sea.
Sliding, sliding. Into the sea.
Don't let it get under your skin
Don't let it get under your skin
You're feeling cold, cold, cold
Don't let it get under your skin
Don't let it get under your skin
She knows you know you are a killer, you know you are a killer
My friends know that weapon makes it better, that weapon makes it better
But she knows you know you are a killer, you know you are a killer
My friends know those weapons make it better, those weapons make it better
Three is just a number.
Two is just a number
One is just a number
Now there's nothing
(Nothing for you, nothing for you)
Three is just a number.
(a weapon for you)
Two is just a number.
(a weapon for you)
One is just a number
(a weapon for you)
Now there's nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Dean Povinsky
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