Copyright © 2026 | CYBΛRSTORM | All rights reserved [Intro] Darling, look at this letter... What is it, my love? It's from the Federal Statistical Office. They say we are ruining their statistics and are excluded effective immediately. Seriously? Which statistic? Statistics on sex! Really, how that? They say a couple our age has sex four times a month at most on average. And they’d have to change the statistics because of us. We have sex four times in just five days. They say things can't go on like this for us.... WHAAAT? We are excluded for having too much sex??? Yeah. Well, my love. We should try to shatter their statistic completely! Uh, yes, let's do that... Follow me. We will let the statistics crumble to dust! [Verse 1] Fifty-six years on the clock, they draw the line Saying passion’s supposed to fade with the calendar and time Four times a month is the rule they try to preach Handing out a ceiling that we’re burning out of reach We got the official notice stamped in black and gray Telling us we’re outliers, telling us to slow our play. [Verse 2] Four times in five days—yeah, we broke the county grid Scandalized the bureaucrats with the things we fucking did They calculated averages and measured out our years Never counted up the sweat, the friction, or the tears They want us in a ledger, neat and quiet in a row Instead of locking eyes and letting every standard go. [Pre-Chorus] Close the bedroom door, let the numbers crash and burn... Watch the spreadsheets tumble when we reach the point of no return! [Chorus] We shattered the statistics, baby, tore the ledger wide! Nowhere left for average little formulas to hide! Let the analysts sweat, let the government cry— We’re rewriting the laws under a fever-hot sky! Too hot for the math... too wild for the page... [Verse 3] Your skin against my skin, slick with autumn heat Every single breath missing every normal beat They think fifty-six means a quiet, steady slide They don't know the wild current running deep inside Throw the data out the window, let the binders fall We aren't playing by their little median at all. [Verse 4] Archival dust on the paper, fire in our bed Every single rule of theirs is better off left dead Four times a month? That’s a joke for the tame We set a forest blazing when we whispered out each name Hand in hand, skin to skin, crossing every line Making every single bureaucrat resign. [Pre-Chorus] Feel the pulse racing fast as the floorboards shake... Let's give them a record that they never can break! [Chorus] We shattered the statistics, baby, tore the ledger wide! Nowhere left for average little formulas to hide! Let the analysts sweat, let the government cry— We’re rewriting the laws under a fever-hot sky! [Bridge] Let 'em recalculate... Let 'em recalculate the fire... Let 'em try to measure what we feel... Because this kind of heat is the only thing that's real. [Chorus] We shattered the statistics, baby, tore the ledger wide! Nowhere left for average little formulas to hide! Let the analysts sweat, let the government cry— We’re rewriting the laws under a fever-hot sky! [Outro] And we’re just getting started.
