Lyrics
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<p><span>“No One Calls Out for Pythagoras”</span></p>
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<p><span>I’d like to present you some very strange math</span></p>
<p><span>It conveys just how much I care</span></p>
<p><span>10 pages or so of twists and curves</span></p>
<p><span>Please tell me it moves you there</span></p>
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<p><span>Our essence reduced to an engine</span></p>
<p><span>Of hot steam and burning coal</span></p>
<p><span>Just look what our new tech can do for you</span></p>
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<p><span>Now how can we effect this strange machine</span></p>
<p><span>We’ll pull on this, insert into that</span></p>
<p><span>Consciousness reduced to a block of cheese</span></p>
<p><span>It’s all in that big hunk of cheese</span></p>
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<p><span>They come back exclaiming there’s God</span></p>
<p><span>We tell them their oxygen’s low</span></p>
<p><span>Heaven’s just a hole in a chemical chart</span></p>
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<p><span>Chorus</span></p>
<p><span>400 years of science, yes it freed the neighbor’s witch</span></p>
<p><span>But we’re crushing all the Spirit, the reasons we exist</span></p>
<p><span>Without the precious balance, we gonna dry up inside</span></p>
<p><span>Cause no one calls out for Pythagoras when they die</span></p>
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<p><span>Da da da</span></p>
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<p><span>The greatest risk to my own health</span></p>
<p><span>is working in the modern health</span></p>
<p><span>Mechanics’ cars up on blocks</span></p>
<p><span>How did we get into this</span></p>
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<p><span>Too much reliance on one tool</span></p>
<p><span>We’re cutting the person to fit</span></p>
<p><span>We cutting the person, to fit the coat</span></p>
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<p><span>Chorus</span></p>