"FF=66" lyrics - JAWBOX

(He invites the storm.
He lives by instinct,
With fears that are not fears,
But prickles of ecstacy.)

This code is cracked!
I don't expect
Whatever I spat out to stick
Awash in the signs,
Sick from the lack.
Spliced in,
Spliced in
Second-hand words and screen for skin.
Forcing out sounds,
Facing outside
Again.

Reified and refined,
Blurring every line.
Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me.

FF=66 explains you're sick.
Spins on the axis of promise
And lick lack luck
Reveals all tricks.

Reified and refined,
Blurring every line.
Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me.

FF=66!
FF=66!
Six.
Six feet deep in the irony.
You'll see the light's getting bigger.