Mr. Gone کے بول

Tongue divide-ed on these words They stick like molasses Like stains across the brain And from that knockin key in the tone of your voice I can tell them secrets are the kind that's left unsaid Lost, can't connect the dots on lines too fidgety We spell our names in mathematics now, we dream in algebra You are no more You are no more You are no more You are no more Bold lines of long division, split into categories, just keep your distance so it's simple Up close it all gets messy, best you don't make eye contact, don't worry they aren't all dispensable Learn to be optimistic, avoid adverse opinions, big mouths are always easy targets Please keep a straight face will you, please keep your hand down will you Please keep from making any trouble