The numbers scream into my head again and again,
Their sacrilege breeds from my sin,
The drug has yet to take its toll,
As it courses through my abhorred soul.
I unraveled this complex geometry,
Bringing forth a blasphemy,
Creatures emerge from a starry well,
Monsters bred in pits from hell.
Yet nothing forms but pain and fear,
I cannot see; I cannot hear,
How can the formula be so hard to see?
How can creatures be material that cannot be?
They come, In angles,
Their screeches rip through time,
They come, Through angles,
Their bodies lofty and sublime,
They come, Against angles,
Twisting and ripping through space,
They come, 'round angles,
There can be no escape.
The narcotic-induced calculations
Have led me to these abominations,
Creatures vile and wet and free,
Their souls driven to devour me.
I see them now, those masterless hounds,
Entropy created and twisted 'round,
As ions twist and atoms scatter,
Energy is pounded into matter.
Calculations and logic will not satiate the beasts,
They want emotion as part of their feast,
Forget my mind, they want my heart,
And to get it they must tear my soul apart.
They come, In angles,
Their screeches rip through time,
They come, Through angles,
Their bodies lofty and sublime,
They come, Against angles,
Twisting and ripping through space,
They come, 'round angles,
There can be no escape.