Pluck the string and hear the sound
Watch the mathematics bouncing off the ground
If you cut the string in half, the octave will align
The universe is built upon a numerical design
It isn’t made of water, and it isn’t made of fire
It’s a geometric pattern on a universal lyre
From the orbit of the planets to the angles of a stone
We are calculating God on a synthesizer tone
Listen to the Music of the Spheres
The cosmic frequencies are ringing in our ears
A-squared plus B-squared is equaling the C (squared)
The holy triangle is the only reality
Unlock the ratio
Worship the square
There is mathematics in the air
Stop! Do not strike that little hound
I recognize the yelp of the puppy on the ground
That is not a simple dog, that is my buddy, Paul
He died a couple years ago and answered nature’s call
The soul is an immortal thing, it never really dies
It just migrates to a mammal with a different set of eyes
So treat the animals with care, and keep your karma clean
And whatever else you do today, DO NOT EAT THE BEAN
Listen to me very closely
The triangle is pure
The numbers are absolute
But the fava bean… the fava bean is a vessel of the dead
Do not touch them
Do not drop them
If you walk past a field of beans, you must turn around and walk the other way
This is not a metaphor
I am terrified of beans
Listen to the Music of the Spheres
The cosmic frequencies are ringing in our ears
A-squared plus B-squared is equaling the C
The holy triangle is the only reality
Unlock the ratio
Worship the square
There is mathematics in the air
One, two, three, four
Ten is the perfect number
The soul is migrating
The geometry is sacred