[Verse 1] Towers made of ticking numbers Glass and steel around the sky Every paycheck Every purchase Burned as incense Lifted high We were kneeling to an index Cold cathedral Glowing screens All our secrets in the ledgers All our futures in the green [Chorus] The economy Our hungry god Counting every breath we take It sent a son into the fraud To break the chains that keep us awake Oh Balance sheet of flesh and blood Walking through the credit grave The market made a sacrifice To save the debtors it had made [Verse 2] He was born in broken suburbs Not in marble Not in gold Paper letters on his doorstep "Final notice" growing bold Spoke in languages of interest Grace in margins Canceled fees Turned the auction into supper Fed the bankrupt Set receipts [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] He stood before the altar of arrears As the numbers rose like storming seas "Take my worth Erase their years Write them out and write through me" [crescendo] Then the screens went white The rates fell down Every credit line untied Choirs rose above the trading floor As the deficit just died [Chorus]
