[Intro, solo piano, one held organ note, breath] "No one knows the day or hour..." ...okay. But roughly. [Verse 1, hushed whispered rap over palm-muted guitars] Sixteen in the back pew, countin' on my fingers Chart in the Bible where the bookmark lingers Every sin I'm gonna do before the trumpet drops Friday night's a fuck-around, Sunday's when it stops Preacher says "any day now," I say "cool, what time?" 'Cause if I know the hour I can schedule the crime I'm not scared of hell, I'm scared the math is off I'm scared I'll be mid-sin when the sky fucking coughs [Pre-chorus, drums enter, punk eighths, voice rising] And I know I'm not supposed to know the day But I need a number, God, I need a way To be bad just long enough [Chorus, screamed punk emo, big melodic hook] I'M DOING THE MATH ON YOUR MERCY Runnin' the numbers on grace Fire insurance kid with a fake ID And a trumpet in my face If I repent at 11:59 Do I still get in? Do I still get mine? Just in time. Just in time. (Just in fucking time) [Verse 2, hushed, darker, the confession] Confession: I never loved you. I loved the loophole. I loved that the door had a crack and a schedule '88 came and went and nobody said sorry So I figured the whole thing runs on "don't worry" I did shit in that carnival I can't say in a song I said your name while I did it so it wouldn't count as wrong Every altar call I walked, I walked it like a deal Sign here, get the fire suit, nobody checks if it's real [Pre-chorus, bigger] And I know I'm not supposed to know the day But the math is all they gave me, so I pray In equations [Chorus, full] I'M DOING THE MATH ON YOUR MERCY Runnin' the numbers on grace Fire insurance kid with a fake ID And a trumpet in my face If I repent at 11:59 Do I still get in? Do I still get mine? Just in time. Just in time. (Just in fucking time) [Bridge, nu-metal breakdown, double-kick, screamed, gang vocals answer] "NO ONE KNOWS THE DAY OR HOUR" THEN WHY'D YOU HAND ME A CHART? (a chart!) WHY'D YOU SELL ME A COUNTDOWN AND CALL IT A CHANGE OF HEART? (of heart!) I DID THE MATH I DID THE MATH I DID THE MATH AND IT NEVER [hard stop] [Outro, solo piano, whispered, chord never resolves] Please... please forgive me. I wonder if I have more time. Please, please forgive me. I wonder if I have more time. (I wonder if I have more time...)
