0 + 2 = 1
Race that to the finish line at a dead run
Life 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 queer equation this is the sum:
0 + 2 = 1

0 + 2 = 1
Before the feast, chops on the block
A word to the wise is a fork into flesh
Everything stretched under God’s great hand:
A 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 the rule of the thumb, but
0 + 2 = 1

0 + 2 = 1
Yes and no are like day and night
One breaks as the other is falling
Question 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 to come
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 truths are hounded
The murder is done, the temple is founded
Where the current is grounded, its circuitry hums:
0 + 2 = 1

0 + 2 = 1
The events are the same in a different chain
For the myth of logic and its heroes
1 – 2 = [Nothing]