[Verse 1]

82.4 is only another Antytomn
Even figures divisible to dust
This a hymn for an adjustment
Math and violence in capitalism as a must
An aweful tactic unless desiring rest [death],
Huh? What do They mean? We are growing,
Growing to where? How? And are there enuf cars for all the cows?
An allowance of minerals extracted in any amount,
As if they go on without count, an endless crust for all to take
What is this Domino's? If that were so, i think we're falling down
If you are willing to look around, its incredible how many are deaf to the sounds
Silences, their Reliances, the many ways in which we are all kids crying out,
We need to be inspiring,
Feel the shadow of doubt
And follow it,
Its a trail,
No, a Quest for Parity,
Pondering metaphysics
And then put that into praxis,
Hand in hand, Thought and action, Bold proclamations
For utopia,
Hold close to the hope in you,
These days they have us jumping through hoops for any old view,
Imagine something else on the horizon other than smoke plooms,
Plummeting realities from taken toadstools,
I'm listening closely to the old school,
Bobby Clarke, Philly Flyer, leaving you with a brain bruise
16 break it down to four by [x]four,
Do we pass the baton,
Or are we stabilizing the house thats on fire?

(Interlude)

[Verse 2]
3.96 is simply a different Heteronym
I think I'm becoming number because of all these numbers
Ravenous ravens lurk around the lagoons
They seem wound up over a wounded world, whose
Secrets have been secreted, so the Sowers arrive from Sewers
For the Sake of some good Sake
i am ahead of them, with a Bow in my hair i will not Bow
You contracted the contract, so i choose a bow now, it Flew
I converted the convert, so will you follow me Through the metal wall?
[The play here being the obvious Heteronym being changed: i.e. I will lead you through the lead wall]
We need another rerun, Shot the gun!
Sorry i meant the Bow,
I am Medieval, not Top-tier,
By the way, please, do save the Deer[Beer],
My friends produced the produce, not a product from the whole foods,
Looking in my drawers
And what do i find but a whole host of Drawers,
Hoisting cups for their digest,
Although few Contested this Contest of nonesense
And i believe to the converse that we can converse,
If i am willing to listen without an affect outburst, (FUCK YOU)
I believe you can have an effect,
I put on my converses,
Pick bass [base], not bass, steal home not land,
Lets do it together, if we can,
Play some games,
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Have fun while life remains,
Pick bass, not bass, [i.e. choice music over fishing/death dealing extractivism, i.e. the only good system is a sound system]
Steal home not land [i.e. baseball ref to 'bass/'base' the line before, and home making rather than colonialism]
Lets do it together, if we can,
Play some games,
Have fun while life remains