THE MOST SERENE REPUBLIC - MULTIPLICATION DESKS Lyrics

Corporeal punishment, gone are the days of it.
But the rise from entropy, energy from shame.
Languid you are now. TV's kept your sound.
One number to make multiply, hold out your paws.

I guess this song could be about co-habitation, describing yes,
that easy thrill of copulation.
Mention of I just saw you there's, and this could last forever.
Shame that now those words of childlike verbs are lies but clever.

Logic wow, you've come so far in magic declamations,
though this magic makes a soul and not a number in the population.

Oh, the party of the humans has left us hungover.