To be afraid of the inhale
The reoccurring genesis
Born from some oblivion
That's the problem with vacuums
It's all the disappearing
C'mon get numb
C'mon get numb
C'mon get numb
It's all too sinister
Too vicious
Too viscous
Too careless
With the small birds
The scale is wrong
The scale is wrong
The scale is wrong
The scale is wrong
The scale is wrong
The scale is wrong
C'mon get numb
C'mon get numb
C'mon get numb
Bleach beats ephemera
Tunnels beat telescopes
No kaleidoscopes
No jump ropes
No beveled edges
No ministries of truth
No righteousness
I am not convinced of the fundamentals
I am not convinced the earth is in a solid state
Maybe we are soluble
Made of salt and fossil fuel
Maybe our perception is delayed a day
Maybe our perception is delayed two days
Maybe our perception is delayed too many days for us to count
Oh wouldn't that be a good technique to trick us into something
I always think that someone wants to trick me into something
C'mon get numb
C'mon get numb
C'mon get numb