The Evens You Won't Feel a Thing

They don't want you to understand
Sit back, relax, let go
You won't feel a thing

Fulmination with no end
Too much to comprehend
Count down from ninety-nine
In words certain slash vague
They're calling for a plague
Count down from ninety-nine

They'll beat you with the truth so you won't feel the lies

Sit back, relax, let go
You won't feel a thing

They'll tell you everything, but they won't tell you anything

You won't feel a thing
Until the day you wake up