Our days are numbered 666
And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus
Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of
Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose
Our days are numbered 321
And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun
Somewhere in these violent volumes
I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of
Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose
And I would stick up half of my cold eye
To set you on your head
If I were you then I would memorize
This loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting, carving out your own
Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday we're going down
Follow me once around
Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose
And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus
Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of
Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose
Our days are numbered 321
And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun
Somewhere in these violent volumes
I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of
Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose
And I would stick up half of my cold eye
To set you on your head
If I were you then I would memorize
This loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting, carving out your own
Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday we're going down
Follow me once around
Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose
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I think he is referencing to the Book of Revelation (BoR) from the Bible and it's description of the last days. It seems he thinks that people are saying that the end of the world is nearing because of all the sin in our lives.
Our days are numbered 666
And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus
Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures
I'll find myself drifing in a sky full of
He starts counting the days with the number of the devil by calling out that religion means nothing (calling off the circus) and stating that if he considered the Scriptures being right then the world would be a lot worse for him.
Scars they cut into you
Blisters, rose colored hue
Mayday, we're going down
Here he describes the world he would see if he believed in the scriptures.
These mescaline memories are morose
Your kerosene company's comatose
Mescaline is a crystalline powder that cause hallucinations. The events in the BoR were dreamed by John, but Zach thinks they are just morose hallucinations that John wrote down. I connect kerosene to fire and think that by kerosene company, he means the religious people who always claim people will burn. He says they are comatose, meaning they aren't functioning for themselves, religion controls them.
Our days are numbered 321
And when you bit the bullet I held the smoking gun
Somewhere in these violent volumes
I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of
321 is really 3-2-1, the end of the countdown. And the big surprise is that nothing happened, so he has effectively killed religion. He makes reference to violent volumes, or the Bible which has many books. He says they are violent because a lot of people disagree over interpretations and it causes contention.
And I would stick up half of my cold eye
To set you on your head
If I were you then I would memorize
This loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting, carving out your own
I have yet to figure out the first two lines there, but I think his point here is to get the message of the song rather than trying to carve out your own place in heaven.
Basically, he thinks religion is crap is what I get out of it. As for how I feel about it, I don't agree with it at all. I'm disappointed with my conclusion because it is such an amazing song. But, it is a hard song to figure out and I hope I'm wrong and that Zach means something else.
And I would stick up half of my cold eye
To set you on your head
With a black eye, sometimes you can only open it halfway. Religious people attack him, but he believes he is right and they are chasing meaningless things.