| Song | Subtraction |
| Artist | Cass McCombs |
| Album | Prefection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 LEA | |
| VE ME ALON | |
| E 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 |
| 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 LEA | |
| VE ME ALON | |
| E 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 |
| 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 LEA | |
| VE ME ALON | |
| E 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 |