Lyrics

It’s all mathematics
Practicing bad habits
Poorly made decisions
Buried alive deep in the ground
Swept underneath and tightly bound Volatile if found
History repeating
Fractals repeat effortlessly
Stick the spade in gently
Pull up the weeds
Make room for more seeds.

Formulaic movement
Calculate the method
Maybe different this time
Early to bed, early to rise
Early to work, early demise

You want to teach by example
But you’ve never had control
You know this leads to misery
Lying won’t make it go away
In a state of convalescing wellness
Hoping truth won’t take its toll
Changing your ways for ways you’ll keep
Help yourself before the truth finds you
Tell the truth tell the truth to you

Its all mathematics (This is no way to live)
Practicing bad habits (We need to alter this formula)
Quantify the outcomes
Sometimes lose it all
Sometimes you won’t fall