Zero Multiplied

Lyrics: Sidney Robson Music: Sidney Robson Stuffed in a train car, with fifteen strangers, sixteen total Moving along at a snail's pace One hits the floor with a thud And that's just the start A gas fills the air now, we're fourteen, dropping, twelve to seven Suddenly I'm frozen in place I hit the floor with a thud And that's just the start This "academy" that I was enrolled to On the basis of my merits in math...letics And the hopes that I brought with me Each sad and desperate belief Rotted like the corpse within its halls Thinking critically and analytically I don't have much of a chance if I play this straight And honestly, it's all abhorrent to me No matter what, it's gamе Set： Go, on your marks, oh, what a disaster Making a fuss like it'll go fastеr Who do you trust? Why do you trust anyone at all? Be prepared for the fall! When your eyes meet mine do they see behind the veil of lies? You'd hate me if you saw past my disguise What's a harsher fate than dying by a killer's hand? Seeming meek and unworthy of respect or command So antagonize as you will, I'm sure I'll be just fine Wrapped round my finger as you're none the wise It's the weakest who'll be picked off, the bleakness that we speak of Won't wait for anyone to come around And soon it'll be found Create a decent disconnect between belief and true respect If they ask something, deflect Directly challenge them and check They're in their lane It's a game and in the end, we're forced to play Better stick with and say that I'm something that I'm not, and never sway Shit！ Think! Goddammit Think! They'll have it Think! I'm screwed if I can't get them to scrap this! Think! It's no use Think! they're close to Think, Eva, think! If a motive ever blinked into view, we'd all be lead askew A killer would abuse all the info they knew (Look) Wait! Thinking critically, and analytically I don't have much of a choice—I can't clear my name But honestly, it's all abhorrent to me No matter what, it's still a game, Set: Go, on and laugh, oh what a disaster (A mathlete?) Cut me in half and make it go faster (There’s no way) Who do you trust? Why do you trust her, do you recall? That there's no hope for us all? When your eyes meet mine, do you see another twisted lie? Or would you make a joke of my disguise? What's a harsher fate than dying by a killer's hand? Being meek and unworthy of respect or command So antagonize as you will, and treat me cold as ice Keep looking down on me, oh that's just fine It's the weakest who'll be picked off, the bleakness that we speak of Won't wait for anyone to come around And soon it'll be found I know it'll be found People tend to hate a sore loser People tend to hate a proud winner People tend to hate a high scorer Tender, young, as they may be Maybe it's just the way of life But I'm sick of walking on the edge of a knife Mock me, scorn me, hate me, escalate these accusations Fuel the situation Dig your grave, with what you say We can't be can't all be saved, you're all dead anyway The smartest of a herd is still a sheep, after all So take the fall Plunge below, you can't handle a 95 degree angle You're no better than the rest None of you are, you've failed the test I'm sick of this, and I'm gonna win You're all naïve, and dumb as sin Go, on your marks, oh what a disaster Making a fuss like it'll go faster Who do you trust? Why do you trust anyone at all? Are you scared of the fall? When your eyes meet mine do they see behind the veil of lies? You'd hate me if you saw past my disguise What’s a harsher fate than dying by a killer’s hand? Being seen as yourself with all your flaws on the stand So antagonize as you will, I'm sure I'll be just fine Pointing the finger, blind leading the blind It's the weakest who'll be picked off The bleakness that we speak of Won't wait for anyone to come around There's nothing at the scene that could be found How are you wasting time? Get it over with, her alibi！ Is nothing more than just a sad, cheap lie What's a harsher fate than dying by this killer’s hand? But allowing her to cry and change your mind, it's sad Don't antagonize me, there's no way I'd commit that crime I'm not a liar, you found that out, fine It's the weakest who'll be picked off, and she's the one who kicked off Not me! Why point at me, why can't you see? No I'm the weakest of the weak！ Like that it's over, tell me it's a lie! When your eyes meet mine, do you see the lonely girl inside? I'm not a killer, so stop asking why! On my epitaph is a formula I can’t devise It’s not my fault, that stupid camera, I… Was it worth it? I'll never know, and so I'll never find Guess that it's over, zero multiplied Value of nothing, what a wasted— (life)