Your New Disco-Tech - Lyrics - A Voice Like Rhetoric

And I can't get the taste of steel out of my mouth Off of my tongue It's glued to my lips My sense dull so take them run But leave my eyes, I'll use them yet With 20/20 I'll strike you numb So partisans Can you hear me? I lost my voice So i'll write it down As the ink dries it wipes away Lets take a headcount, we lost another one And I can't get the taste of steel out of my mouth Off of my tongue It's glued to my lips My senses dull so take them run But leave my eyes, I'll use them yet With 20/20 I'll strike you numb So how do you load this thing again? This is the worlds Smallest violin It plays my heart Bleeds for you My teeth chatter With pulse like collision I wish that I was analog Lets take a headcount We lost another one Hold this strong Don't look past the sediment So take this chalk and make all your outlines thick Tape the scene and my iron lung's turning off I read these lines like lips A dialogue in a room And my hopes they sink like anchors And the chains hold strong Sediment stirs up As if it were the slightest bit of hope (And oh yeah baby My hopes sink just like anchors alright)