Subtraction

Subtraction, subtraction, subtraction It's my duty It's my duty and passion If I could, even for a moment I would strip the hue out of my hair And I'm not the kind I'm not the kind to care Step into the dead oak Take away all light, every glimmer Find a church, find a church And finish your dinner Subtracting is a gift we all can use To make the blood inside pump clear Because I'm not the one I'm not the one I should fear Human skull, human skull, human skull Without body Without body, I feel your pull The pulling of my chest by the lexus Of your white cranial bone In other words In other words, please leave me alone Drip by drip, number after number It all will fall Minus Klock Minus Klock and minus Paul The skull returns, taking flight Ascending without chest and without sound Until I'm one Until I'm one with the ground