Listener - Thinking By Numbers lyrics

[Hook 1] It goes one for the money and two for the time Three for mortal man and four for divine Five for the rhyme and six for the reason And seven's for the number that signifies completion [Post-Hook] One for the pleasure and two for the pain Three for the struggle and four for the strain Five for deepspace and six for something to believe in And seven's for the number that signifies completion [Verse 1: manCHILD] Lights, camera, activate. Activists on picket lines Masochists are k**ing time, we're pa**ionate and spilling rhymes Filling minds with a plan so elaborate Let's infiltrate this whole charade and undermine the establishment Grab your seat belt, fasten it, they fascinate the inhabitants Pump us full of information that they know to be inaccurate They got a moral detachment habit, so turn your back on graphic violence static Support this positive movement through music or you're stagnant (Nah, he's only joking). Yeah, but it's not far from the truth In fact, it lives two doors down, right there in apartment # 22 So many schools of thought have been bought or knocked off kilter It only takes a platinum plaque or maybe thirty pieces of silver So who k**ed the family? Let's blame it on the government! It's the democrats, the republicans, whatever party's running it Spit something that's heartfelt or emotionally sacred Can't walk these streets naked cloaked in my happy-faced hatred Realize the world around me is exactly what I make it You've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless You've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless You've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless [Hook 2] It goes, one for the money and two for the time Three for the deaf and four for the blind Five for the rhyme and six for the reason And seven's for the number that signifies completion [Post-Hook] [Verse 2: Listener] Now, first of all I can see from where I'm at the moat from which this castle grows Secondly, the kings inside seem content and determined to drive their people far into the moat, just to see them float I saw pain from life and relief by the knife gripped by white knuckles tight hiding deeds from the light People walking with smiles and blades coming from their backs Residents blindfolded with eyes painted on the front and tied tight in the back Blank minds individually fulfilled with the iron fist columnist Spitting chaff, trying to veil the hoard Feelingless, making everyone a pacifist Then there was crushing blows from all the self-titled nobles Taking so much more than they're worth k**ing citizens as they throw them, using them Last, it was the shocking melancholic acceptance that the sluggish Majority applauded for, lived for, with their abusive leaders giving more I turn my face to dry heave, turn my direction to leave [Hook 3] It goes one for the money and two for the time Three for the bread and four for the wine Five for the rhyme and six for the reason And seven's for the number that signifies completion [Post-Hook] [Verse 3: Sev Statik] Well, if my name wasn't Sev, I wouldn't know the cost of perfection But I recall I was called to just give out these messages Wetting kids with semi-automatic pen weapons Send them back to the lab second-guessing or thinking on mathematical equations Questions get asked Should they pursue pen and pad infection with no cure? I'm ill but pure, fulfill prescriptions The Point Man is in, lessons served up for mental treatment Seeking out souls like I'm a sage or capture one or two or three or more like forever Ink is sprayed on pages of life I'm contemplating on meeting knowledge to get in good with his wife Wisdom seems like she got some things cooking Looking real tight A sight for sore eyes, so I'm only checking her at night time Nah, don't trip, I speak on inspiration It's poetry though, bro, it feels good to be creative I'm writing numeric, with a chain reaction of wonder I slumber over my notebook, when I'm thinking by numbers [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Hook 3] [Post-Hook]