Man, Multiplication Is Hard! Lyrics - Singles - A Voice Like Rhetoric

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