Cracked screen buzzin’, 2AM static Another dream dies in electric traffic Junkyard heart in a plastic shrine Counting sins in a checkout line (Yeah!) I heard your name in a broken song Spilled like oil, been lost too long (Hey!) Number 9, don’t miss the line You’re next up to fall, now toe that spine Hands in your pockets, soul in decline (Hey!) Number 9, this wreck is mine Rust in the mirror, eyes gone gray Smoke in my throat where words decay Ticket to nowhere, punch it twice Truth's on fire and the ice ain't nice All my ghosts wear flannel and sneer They whisper loud but never steer (Hey!) Number 9, don’t miss the line You’re one step from the end of time Burn that map, redraw your sign (Hey!) Number 9, you're doing fine Static rain and a motel Bible Peeling paint feels like revival If I scream, will the void reply? Or just nod and wave goodbye? (Hey!) Number 9, don’t miss the line You’re one step from the end of time Burn that map, redraw your sign (Hey!) Number 9, you're doing fine (Hey!) Number 9, don’t miss the line They’ll call your name, then break your spine Still you smile, like you meant the crime (Hey!) Number 9... yeah, fall in line
