Disarm

Chances are thin It's absurd To live in a spinning room Does it all fit? Where it needs to be Do you think you can count on me? Though I can hear the screams You can learn to yell In the midst of hell To stay on What it takes to disarm I sound these motherfucking alarms You can plug me in Or tune me out To see what I'm all about I am what you spit out You can test my luck I don't give a f*ck Just stay gone