Math Won't Miss You Lyrics - Discount

the weapon is not your out all 

loaded and wanting to 

unload ammunition, shotgun definition of you 

passing out holes unaccidental 

easier sold than set upon 

with a fever your sense of direction saturates into the parade 

tightrope and so on the wanting edge 

get rid of some excess excess red 

and your dead batteries 

scrub all the carpets 

turn over mattress 

burn all your outfits 

draw drape the windows 

no more adults no more show 

no more arrest 

no more business go home no more 

hands like traffic static 

like they ripped your lips off and you can't say a word 

tightrope and so on the wanting edge 

get rid of some excess excess red 

and your dead batteries 

shoving into 

shadows into 

being the spy 

blowing smoke on the flowers 

they take your spine every time 

when it's all blown over wil you be the revolver and count your cards 

lost all you had when you started doing math on your arms