Текст песни
[Вступление] Tin teeth chatter in the vent Somebody's counting what i spent [Куплет 1] You fed the machine with a mouth full of dirt Now it spits my name back, every syllable hurt I kick at the cabinet, rattle the locks Your clean little story comes apart in the shocks [Предприпев] Hold still—no, move! The room's got a pulse and it's chewing through you [Припев] Cut the cord, let the whole thing buck I don't want your mercy, i don't give a— Turn that grin into a crack in the wall When the floor gives way, we can take it all [Куплет 2] Your hands on the dial, my head in the red A parade of bad advice marching over my bed I swallowed the rulebook, it stuck in my throat Now every last page comes out as a choke [Брейкдаун] Stop! Count to four! Miss the count! Hit the floor! [Бридж] You built a little cage and called it a plan I bent every bar with the heel of my hand Get back—get back—don't look in my eyes There's a storm in the basement and it knows your size [Final chorus] Cut the cord, let the whole thing buck I don't want your mercy, i don't give a— Turn that grin into a crack in the wall When the floor gives way, we can take it all [Аутро] Tin teeth chatter Locks come loose No more counting No more use
