(This Song Is Untitled) Lyrics

Eye on the apple, gun on the head.
Dear beautifully complex J.G.J,
Can you tell me what these thousand scribbled zeros say?
I think they tell a story from the past,
of people chalked in white and vapors that dont last.
Don't hesitate...

We speak in static tongues with words between our ears.
Hold our breaths and wait for silence to clear.

I said, "Dear sugar threatened,
when you stare long enough where do the pixels end?
At the point when you spit the glass into my eyes?"
Optically viewed, bloodshot, failed tries.
Don't hesitate...

We speak in static tongues with words between our ears.
Hold our breaths and wait for silence to clear.

Don't hesitate, make it quick.
Eye on the apple, gun on the head.