Genre: Hard Grunge / Sludge Rock Tempo: 88 BPM (Heavy, driving, drop-D groove) [Intro] (Sludgy, low-tuned guitar riff enters with gritty bass and a heavy, dragging drum beat) [Verse 1] Count the friction in a mouse at dawn Burning through the flesh until it is gone Six hundred beats just to stay alive Watch the frantic tiny system thrive Eating up the world just to breathe Underneath the dirt where the small things seethe [Chorus] Three-quarters of the mass determines the pace Kleiber marks the limit in this rigged race One billion heartbeats and then the machines stall The same bitter math is coming for us all [Verse 2] Elephants lumber with a thirty-beat drum Biding their time till the reckoning will come The cell is efficient when the body is grand Holding off the dirt on the sinking sand Surface area rules just a fraction of the scheme Losing all our heat in a feverish dream [Chorus] Three-quarters of the mass determines the pace Kleiber marks the limit in this rigged race One billion heartbeats and then the machines stall The same bitter math is coming for us all [Bridge] (Rhythm strips back to a brooding, overdriven bass and steady kick drum) Whether a blue whale or a speck in the clay We all spend the quota at the end of the day You can burn it in a flash or linger in the cold But nobody breaks the law that is already told [Outro] (Wall of feedback and crushing downstrokes) Just a billion beats before we drop Every single motor has to stop The law holds fast in the dirt Counting all the beats until they stop (Guitars ring out with heavy distortion and sustained feedback)
