Darcy, if I eliminated the count in, you wouldn’t know when to start
And before you start lecturing about how to fucking record music, maybe learn how to name your tracks, you absolute piece of fucking human garbage
This is a live recording (you should do your verse bro)
This is a live recording of our last song that we ever wrote as a band before the lawsuit settled in
This poetry piece means more than once could describe
And to Darcy’s simple cello playing, I will read it out
*sigh*
There's a current serendipity
Of what I've ever thought of feeling
Towards the numbers
7 & 8
I cannot correlate
Against my minds great debate
Of who created
78
And as I struggle to feel
Anything towards
Numeracy at all
Who in their right
Mind would have thought to call it
787,
788
None of this means anything to you
And I'm sorry but is this fate?
I rather enjoy the idea of the number
7878
See numbers are evil
And the secret Nazi bases they hold numbers too
I’m sorry to my family, but it’s something I must do
I must travel to Argentina
In a rowboat filled with nothing but sand and toothpaste
And destroy what was once created
7878
