Subtraction - Cass McCombs

Subtraction, subtraction, subtraction

It’s my duty

It’s my duty and passion

If I could, even for a moment

I would strip the hue out of my hair

And I’m not the kind

I’m not the kind to care

Step into the dead oak

Take away all light, every glimmer

Find a church

Find a church and finish your dinner

Subtracting is a gift we all can use

To make the blood inside pump clear

Because I’m not the one

I’m not the one I should fear

Human skull, human skull, human skull

Without body

Without body, I feel your pull

The pulling of my chest by the lexus

Of your white cranial bone

In other words

In other words, please leave me alone

Drip by drip, number after number

It all will fall

Minus Klock

Minus Klock and minus Paul

The skull returns, taking flight

Ascending without chest and without sound

Until I’m one

Until I’m one with the ground