Radical Face. Mathematics. Zeneszám

Get, get, gotta get it off my chest
There's no chest (hahaha)
Get, get, gotta get it out my mouth, it's turning sour, so...
Get, get, gotta get if off my head
There's not head, I lost it
Get, get, gotta get it in my lungs, my cold lungs
(Oh, they're built like engines)
We got minds, yeah we smear them all around this dead town
Yeah, we gotta gotta get in
We got bones, yeah, we got a lot to burn,
They won't burn, gotta bury them
We've got thumbs, yeah we strap them to our wrists
Our cold ____ n-n-n-n-never
We do good, yeah, we save things when we can
There's no chance now

Oh, but now, how'd you lose me?
I was in the dark, just like everyone
Then all that violence poured out of my mouth

Get, get, gotta get a place to sleep
But don't sleep, because they're coming
Black eyes, gotta get them off my skin, they're just dirt, but...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Don't blink, because there's never time to think
And close your mouth, they can smell you
I need sleep, gotta sleep it off,
I'm fine, I'm not fine now...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Not now, gotta keep myself in line
There's no line (ahhhh)
Just follow, follow, follow
I'm alright, yeah, I found a scrap to eat
I can't eat (ha ha ha ha ha)
Long nails, yeah they all have such long nails
Call 'em claws, cause they don't have no fingers
There's no time, oh there's never any time
There's no time, so just go back to sleep