Doctor Long Ghost - Trigonometry

Trigonometry
It isn't clear to me
I'm too blind to see
Knowledge is the key
Trigonometry
It isn't clear to me
I'm too blind to see
Third eye number three

The angles are emerging
They cutting through like a surgeon
I'm splitting open these bars
And stuffing the words in
Each measure has purpose
Ripples run under the surface
The time signature's worthless
Because you can't count cursive
My mathematics in motion
A fluid dynamic explosion
Of the flames that I'm stoking
To disprove the notion that
What remains is a token
Of your third eye opened
At first glance it is broken
Seems far beyond reach
Inside my mind beckoned
I had tried keeping time but
I can't spare a second

My mind is wandering
Slowed on a klonopin
Puzzled and pondering
These angles conjuring
A spectral monstrosity
Celestial geometry of
An ancestral anomaly
Collapsing on top of me

Trigonometry
It isn't clear to me
I'm too blind to see
Knowledge is the key
Trigonometry
It isn't clear to me
I'm too blind to see
Third eye number three

For each sign to cosign
Designed rotary energy
With all three sides aligned
Conspiring to get mine
But they cannot better me
Yea no one cannot best me
One time me and my bestie
Squared off like a rhombus
Cursed worse than a lefty
Never again tried to test me
We'll I'm just another citizen
Ground up by this wheel
There's blood in the rubber
Crushed beneath the steel
Trading time for gasoline
And carbon every meal
Seduced by the violence
We endorse it with our silence
Within all three of
These dimensions designed
To trap me inside
Of a physical state
With no hope of escape
An irrevocable fate
Mathematical mistake
Like a Mobeus strip
Wrapped around my dick
As I tighten the belt
While I'm fucking myself

Written by:
Dr Ghost

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