Time collapsed in a foam of quantum failure to replicate
The dumb results of the graph we use to decide
Which corporation to cultivate
If we give up then the heat comes off in the Eastern Bloc
And we get terrified and stare at the sun
Then we blame our loss of sight on universals

The Eastman-Kodak CEO quit to day trade
What if he wins? Then the heat comes on
And we congratulate ourselves on investments we never made
Then we give our most obnoxious gamblers
Guns and trucks and keys to the gold

CLEAN COAL! [x11]

The intermediate matrix failed like Boltzmann buried under a pylon
Now we're attempting to purge ourselves of soy
Depo-Provera, and nylon
One good effect of the crash:
now every altered state gets classified as work
At least enough to prevent an epidemic
Of a baseless adolescent philosophy
Burn every copy of Bergson and Engels
And the Dischord Records discography
Or maybe not, because this time I hold rights
I keep all secrets
I'm inside
And I trade [x4]
And you trade
And we trade [x5]

FREE TRADE!