A Voice Like Rhetoric - Man, Multiplication Is Hard! lyrics

I think your forgot to stretch out that lie It broke right into place Take it to heart and carve it into Your skin, I make myself ill We know we don't own time It's not the only reason relevant for 70 x 7 Cool those jets They're burning into my face 70 x7 Deficiencies in empathy mean that we are dead I burned with matches Here's what was left Charred and slanted To hit their mark And then we went out Out to our horses And raced to, and raced to The corner store where we brought much disillusion I reminisce about the times when armor Was my only party attire And all my guests were arguments that hid Behind their own masks all night We know we don't own time Its not the only reason relevant for 70 x 7 Cool those jets They're burning into my face 70 x 7 Deficiencies in empathy mean that we are dead You heard i burnt with All of those matches So how did things turn out, out, out, on your end? And then you went bound Out for your horses And raced to, and raced to The corner store where you brought much disillusion As the night moves on it disrobes an organ and plays the only music that we love to hate As the night moves on it disrobes our hearts and plays the only music that we love to hate 70 x 7