Incult - PTSD lyrics

Argh! I keep hearing numbers!
Who the hell are you anyway?
I remember, argh!
'Cause the numbers were telling me to
Why don't you fucking understand?

Fucking understand? (Argh!)

Fucking understand?

We want the numbers, Mason
That's all we've ever wanted
The broadcast, Mason, the broadcast
Mason! For the last time!
Where's the number station?!

No!
Why don't you fucking understand?

Where's the number station?!
Fucking understand?

Oh, the pain! Oh my God!
The numbers - what are they saying?
You fucking son of a bitch!

Seven, twenty-one, two, fourteen, three, fourteen
Seven, eighteen, fourteen, six

Fucking understand?

We want the numbers, Mason
That's all we've ever wanted
The broadcast, Mason, the broadcast
I don't know what you're talking about
I don't know anything about any number
Fuck you
Screw you!

Kiss-kiss-kiss my-

I know where the number station is
I saw it a long time ago
The Rusalka
Cuba