In use
Abuse
We file every Van Gogh excuse
We fly
Too high
The numbers paint to you a new sky
Tell me everything is inside my head
You miss, you're dead
One
Zero
God's only two numbers
You hurt
You feel
Register another kind of brain brew
In God
We trust
The numbers make the faith to rust
Tell me everything is inside my head
You miss, you're dead
One
Zero
God's only two numbers
Quark
Zero
Hate
Zero
Speed
Zero
God's only two numbers
With seven you hide the dread
With ten you cover your red
With six you describe the red
You miss, you're dead!
