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 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. 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.