Of the thunder coming from under
The pants and you hear my fancy
Lies but you don't realize
That I never tell you truth when I can sell
You deceit, and trust me, it's cheap
I never say, but I don't play
By your rules, the fool
I am ruled by my own food
Counting numbers, keep it under
Eighty, sixty, seventy, fifty
When I get to hello, I'll be a nifty fellow
I'll be invisible, and I'll be invincible
Your numbers don't affect my bones
They will chip away like splintering ships
Break me down, let me drown
In the cold, let my body fold
Into layers, do me a favor
Is this melody becoming tragedy?
Because this love has taken hold of
Everything I always strive
To be because I can't see
My bones yet, ready, set
Go, race around the face
Of the earth, and whoever gets first
Gets pain, it's insane
Really, but Ana is a fan of
Making me want the thought
Of Thin, and everything within
Me will vanish until
I'm gone
