Bad Algebra

I’m not myself anymore
I’ve got this strange voice calling me down
Every morning, singing numbers to me
Every morning, it’s the same old bad algebra
But you are my solitude
I’m never so alone by myself
If one is company, three is best for me
I’m never so alone on my own
Everyone’s beside themselves
Give me strength, give me strength
Feed the sheep, my dairy queen
Count to myself in chloroform and just sleep myself to dream
It’s a mirage, a mistake, a coefficient preacher
Give me strength, give me strength, my melodic creatures
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
You are my solitude
I’m never so alone by myself
If one’s still company, I think you’re twice removed from me
Carry over the three from before
Everyone divides themselves
Give me strength, give me strength
Keep my thumbs from touching screen
Bit-crush my brain in TeleForm with polyphonic machines
It’s a mirage, a mistake, a tetra-pak of failures
Give me strength, give me strength from hydraulic seizures
Oh, oh, oh
Give me strength, give me strength
Feed the sheep, my dairy queen
Count to myself in chloroform and just sleep myself to dream
It’s a mirage, a mistake, a coefficient preacher
Give me strength, give me strength, my melodic creatures
Oh, oh, oh, oh