Number crunching
Train wreck of doubt
Burning me out
Once a while
Form a function
The end of days
No more soothe to say
So spread out
Seven below, twenty below
Locked up like your crow
Land of the greed, calling to me
Time to sift the tea leaves
It takes a toll
Diving for, black and blue gold
This's not, a fragrant world
This's not, a fragrant world
This's not, a fragrant world
This's not, a fragrant world
Boiling teether
Hurting my eyes
Sew power ties
On black shirts
No more sweethearts
Just not your lists
On power trips
With bloodthirst
Seven below, twenty below
Locked up like your crow
Land of the greed, calling to me
Time to sift the tea leaves
It takes a toll
Diving for, black and blue gold
This's not, a fragrant world
This's not, a fragrant world
This's not, a fragrant world
This's not, a fragrant world