
Slow Math
by Crime in Stereo· from The Troubled Stateside
Unhinge all hearts with speed.
If you need something to believe,
We can bury them deep.
We'll put our faith in new machines.
Once we've exhausted all the oil
And pornography
There will be so much to teach of the slow math of debt and...
Yeah, we deserve that much at least...
For every land a new war,
For every man a new disease.
Queue the years!
Hold our breaths to shallow beats.
We should storm the beach
And unhinge our lungs at least...
Unhinge all hearts asleep.
If you need something to believe,
New science always feeds us
New bombs and new TV's.
And who here will say...
"The rate of pay for their working day
is not outweighed by their fatigue?"
The new math of debt and dreams.
Yeah, we deserve that much at least...
For every land a new war,
For every man a new disease.
Queue the years!
Hold our breaths to shallow beats.
We should storm the beach
And unhinge our lungs at least...
Yeah, for every land a new war,
For every man a new disease.