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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 on 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 aware
That people will notice this forgery.

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
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.
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 on 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 aware   That people will notice this forgery.      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   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.