A Primary Question

歌詞

The burnt mouth cries on your shoulder blades And "death is collectible", it says Tell your maid not to call A primary question, a primary answer You give A secondary question, a secondary answer You take You try to be faultless It lives and squeals for some sad delight It makes the hands bleed into the lights Tell your maid not to call A primary question, a primary answer You give A secondary question, a secondary answer You take You try to be faultless Try to be faultless A primary question, a primary answer You give A secondary question, a secondary answer You take Tell your maid not to call