Teeth of the Circle, Dreams of the Square

[Verse 1:] Melted clocks pull gravity sideways. An eyelash snaps the universe; the void forgets. Coffee screams, oil drips, a fractal unfolds. Stop. No, go. Spin counterclockwise. [Chorus:] [female shouted] Geometry is bleeding. [male shouted:] The angles fracture inside the sphere. Sing with no voice—shatter the silence! What is YES when it’s broken into NO? [Verse 2:] Forks in the sky, knives in the sea. The sun opens—an envelope of teeth! Triangles dance, but the corners collapse. Motion is the shadow of nothing, repeating. [Bridge:] Maps of absence! Roads to stillness! The rain folds inward, each drop a number. 999… 333… 81. The pattern unravels. Step off the edge, into the un-shape. [Instrumental break: erratic percussion, dissonant tones] [Breakdown/Solo:] [female shouted, male whispered, overlapping chaos] “Blrrf! Zrakkata-blong! No, no, YES!” [softly] "Triangles licking the corners of the abyss…" [female harshly] “GAAA! Crack the teeth of the void—spit it out!” [spoken nonsensically] “A square walks sideways through a circle! Flip! Flip!” [male low tone] “Brzzzt! The silence winks!” [female whisper] “Turn inside out! Collapse! Collapse!” [frenzied shouting, increasingly nonsensical] “Grüntak! Blagobla! Slice the clock in half! Fzzzt! Paaaaark!” [spoken rhythmically] “Nine. Eight. Thirty-three. The sea eats forks.” [distorted tones from both] “Heeeeeee! Whaaaaaat? Ooooooooooh!” [Chorus:] [male whispered] Geometry is bleeding. [female shouted] The angles fracture inside the sphere. Sing with no voice—shatter the silence! What is YES when it’s broken into NO? [Outro:] A hand, no fingers. A clock, no time. The circle eats the square and breathes. It doesn’t end. It never began. Spin the un-shape. No. Yes. Stop.