Hanoi traffic – There's no money in math rock

Bring out your dead
To keep the needle moving
Drag out your dead
And rob them of their bloody remnants

The birdmen are coming
Laid inside your lungs
To profit from practise
You’ve swallowed your tongue
The heart or the liver
Kidneys or the lungs
Dissecting your suffering
Don’t make a meal of this one

Time spent with pigs in shit
A growing self-revulsion
Give your right arm and a half
For one more stillborn calf

Wasting
Haemorrhaging
Fruitless
But drеaming is free

So cauterize the causе
And give them back their blood
The masks they wore you painted on their heads
You can’t
Blame away your want
This sense of urgency is never leaving you