Hit list shakes undo
Every answer you devour.

No remorse could force,
could force us free and out of our skin.

So we wait and wait and wait for the end to begin.
Think of a number between one and itself.
I can hear a million that you can taste, touch and smell.
Or a letter, yes, that might work better.
So you could have a story to tell.

Hit list shakes undo
Every answer you devour.

I'm assassin of the reason you want to exist.
I'm assassin of the logic you would like to resist.
I'm assassin of the reason you want to exist.
I'm assassin of the logic you would like to resist.

Nothing less.
Nothing more.
Quote and comma concur.

"Oh, data".
Oh, data, why won't you undress, because...
"Oh data"...
You and your figures could rectify this mess.

Hit list shakes undo
Every answer you devour...

False habits and loose reasons.
I can't think straight these days.
Make things go much faster.
There's so much time to waste.

Decommision my senses
Until i regulate them.
Maybe numbers, or a letter.
Yes, that might work better.

That way I'll never have to move.
And neither will you.
The inconvenience of me.
The inconvenience of you.

And we run and we run and we multiply
Faster, faster, must run faster.

You're kept up by the time that slips away from you
And you need no good reason to be inconvenienced.