Twelve Lyrics

Twelve lyrics

Facts based on Einstein and his followers

This had to work, he was an educated man

All the equations were perfectly arranged

So he could have a front-row seat now



And your conscience is low

And your conscience is



Burning a path for us to share

Clothes draped on silos near the Emperor's gate now



And your conscience is low

Conscience is low



But he couldn't find another way

He searched for years but yet he couldn't find the answer

A bleeding afterbirth of what was done

Still lurked in shadows and appeared in every corner



Give me a call, give me a call

Give me a call so I can teach you a lesson

Give me a call, give me a call

Give me a call so I can give you a reason to stay



And your conscience is low

Conscience is low



Ninety nine

Two hundred and five

Pyrite



Trickles down the spines of those without their enemies

Real or not, the spine still tingles it

So predictable but I hope you're that aware

That people will notice this forgery



And your conscience is low

Conscience is low



But he couldn't find another way

(Give me a call)

He searched for years but yet he couldn't find the answer

Give me a call, give me a call

Give me a call so I can give you a reason to stay



And your conscience is low

Conscience is low