Your New Disco-Tech Songtext / Lyric

And I can't get the taste of steel out of my mouth

Off of my tongue

It's glued to my lips

My sense dull so take them run

But leave my eyes, I'll use them yet

With 20/20 I'll strike you numb

So partisans

Can you hear me?

I lost my voice

So i'll write it down

As the ink dries it wipes away

Lets take a headcount, we lost another one

And I can't get the taste of steel out of my mouth

Off of my tongue

It's glued to my lips

My senses dull so take them run

But leave my eyes, I'll use them yet

With 20/20 I'll strike you numb

So how do you load this thing again?

This is the worlds

Smallest violin

It plays my heart

Bleeds for you

My teeth chatter

With pulse like collision

I wish that I was analog

Lets take a headcount

We lost another one

Hold this strong

Don't look past the sediment

So take this chalk and make all your outlines thick

Tape the scene and my iron lung's turning off

I read these lines like lips

A dialogue in a room

And my hopes they sink like anchors

And the chains hold strong

Sediment stirs up

As if it were the slightest bit of hope

(And oh yeah baby

My hopes sink just like anchors alright)