0 + 2 = 1
Race to the finish line at a [bad word] Live is short and love is fleeing
Before these masks, haloed with snakes
Hissing like rain on the pavement
The blind are deafened and the lame are made dumb
For that [bad word] equation this is the sum:
0 + 2 = 1

0 + 2 = 1
Before the feast, chops on the block!
word, to the wise, is a fork into flesh.
Everything stretched under God’s great hand:
mouth to a breast, an axe to a tree,
The hoot of an owl in the dreams of a mouse
Count on your fingers, it’s [bad word] of the thumbs, but
0 + 2 = 1

0 + 2 = 1
Yes and no are like day and night,
One breaks as the other is falling.
Questions the answers, stir the solutions,
In the end, for light, you must burn your conclusions;
Night and darkness love silence above all,
Not the equations of sun-loving apes,
Or their prayers for the dead of a world that’s [bad word] 0 + 2 = 1

0 + 2 = 1
It may not be nice, it may not be fun,
It may just be a halo of hissing snakes.
But if nothing is something, if to rise is to fall,
Then a child needs a name like a corpse needs a pall
Nonsense is better than no sense at all
Hail to the lies by which all [bad word] are hounded!
The murder is done, the temple is founded
Where the current is grounded its circuitry hums:
0 + 2 = 1

0 + 2 = 1
0 + 2 = 1
0 + 2 = 1
0 + 2 = 1

These events are the same, in a different chain
For the myth of logic and its heroes
1 – 2 =