the square root of all evil

money is for losers, baby
I know it's such a bitter pill
but we've offshored our suffering
& yet we seem to suffer still

those technocrats & bureaucrats
they'll know just what to do
busy trying to build an old world
in the wreckage, in the wreckage of the new

this apparatus of despair
just look around, there's nothing there
mass hallucination of the people
we can calculate the square root of all evil

you can call yourselves economists
the experts we look to for guidance
well lord it over all you like
your moral high ground has subsidence

you can't know the meaning of
the state's monopoly on violence
until the jingle in your pocket
has receded into silence