Count up your portions, count up your checks
You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow oh
I need a reason why I’m looked at as a joke
Until I prove you wrong like I've done time and time before
And all your idle teachings and your criticism lacks
The potential to penetrate my solid, golden path to decide what my future is
I’m in my own clairvoyant
There's no controlling me, imagination on ascend
Take me to venus, let me explode
I’m ready to pop like a volcano
Listening to Numbers
What do you think?