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Michael McGuire - The New Math lyrics
THE NEW MATH
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
THE NEW MATH 
I stood there balking at New Babylons gate, collected my thoughts 
passed thru Ive got a date, take a deep breath of oxygen and 
exhaust, its hard to believe that one day this will all be lost, man 
back to matter citys bones back to dust, when all this acid rain 
makes the heavens rust, I guess its beautiful it might as well be, 
shining a light directly in your eyes expecting you to see. 
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this, fifteen minutes of 
fame and a sub atomic half ironic bliss. 
Got these long questions with these short little answers, media 
mongoloids and comic book cancers, the infrastructures exoskeleton 
has gone soft, while architects and politicians respectively sky scraped 
and scoffed, that guy was a stock broker now hes an end times 
preacher, if gods a mathematician the devil must be a math teacher, I 
need to empty the trash in my head, I cant tell memory from meaning 
what I sh*** from what I said. 
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this, a bankers daughters Michael McGuire - The New Math - http://motolyrics.com/michael-mcguire/the-new-math-lyrics.html
dimes and a stem cell research implant soul church kiss. 
Walking and wondering where do I fit this equation, when does an 
overtaxed dream become a tax evasion, when your a child the whole 
world seems a working wonder, till your old enough to see it for its 
plight of plunder, and shapeless shadows of language landscapes 
draw the city, not even the rain born gutters drain any pity, your born 
either dumb enough to see the light or smart enough to be confused, 
but that just dictates the style with which you are abused. 
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this, the first thousand 
digits of pi and a death squad floor sale ground war pell mell piss. 
The wrecks that survive main streets ballistic code, watch the 
buildings breed and the dead end streets erode, when the empty 
engines of the revolution have been embalmed in rust, these 
fossilized circuits will double the bandwidth of their lust, meaningless 
number sets will chart meanings empire, and the dead will be reborn 
upon this live wire, now Ive got to find my date somewhere 
underneath the night, nubile and neon the citys gradient critique of 
light. 
It all adds up it all adds up it all adds up to this. 
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