[Intro] Meth-matics That's crystal clear DJ Stealth... stealth... stealth... stealth [echoed ad-lib] Numbers on the table Bodies disappear Add it up Subtract the years [Verse 1] The faces change But the souls feel dead Burnt-out nerves All I see is red Hollow eyes No life behind them Shallow smile No teeth within Smoke Snort Swallow or shoot it Pick a poison Never quit it Even when they run Still use Chasing that first high Bad news [Chorus] Meth-matics That's crystal clear Every hit just adds more fear They all wanna party Dance with decay But they never wanna pay to play Meth-matics Watch the total climb Trading whole futures for one more line You can try to hide Try to change the view If you stay the same They follow you [Verse 2] Ash on the carpet Burns in the spoon Paranoia creeping in every room Phone face down but they swear it's tapped Shadows in the corner where the hope got trapped Baggies in the vents Pipes in the drain Family at the door Drowning in shame You can change your town Change your crew Same lost ghosts still hunting you [Bridge] You counting days Or counting crumbs? You calling friends Or feeding lungs? You want your name back Or just the rush? You want a life Or just the dust? [Chorus]