If it wasn't for numbers wed be awkward If it wasn't for language wed make sense I think that the 7s will complete us I think that the 7s will destroy us This tactile history Is only a memory As foggy as it can be Simultaneous contradictions Hands holding the makeshift void Tongues collapse for moment x And I don't care about Nothing is ever really true This tactile history Is only a memory As foggy as it can be (x2)