Brand New Weapon

Tomorrow is creeping to get a letter off and stop the talking. Twisting halves, smoking brings, a little black box, a hard insanity. Your twisting, I'm leaving; a little rumbling on the mast skins, Skin that crawls, when it all comes crumbling, Down. All the cities start sliding into the sea Don't let it get under your skin You're feeling cold, cold, cold Don't let it get under your skin Don't let it get under your skin Shock, moaning. 'I'm fine.' 'What kind of mess we're in', and stop the talking. Cut that road and see the bridge falling, A new weapon: a new weapon for me. All the cities I love, all, sliding into the sea. Sliding, sliding. Into the sea. Don't let it get under your skin Don't let it get under your skin You're feeling cold, cold, cold Don't let it get under your skin Don't let it get under your skin She knows you know you are a killer, you know you are a killer My friends know that weapon makes it better, that weapon makes it better But she knows you know you are a killer, you know you are a killer My friends know those weapons make it better, those weapons make it better Three is just a number. Two is just a number One is just a number Now there's nothing (Nothing for you, nothing for you) Three is just a number. (A weapon for you) Two is just a number. (A weapon for you) One is just a number (A weapon for you) Now there's nothing