Stuck in a place with no right angles
Not homesick for that large rectangle
Looking at the world from all the wrong angles
The broken lines begin to writhe and tangle
Oh martyrdom
Will I soon become a fingerprint sold to a foreign thumb?
Stuck in a place with no right angles
Not homesick for that large rectangle
I tried my best, wasn't good enough to beat the rest
Never saw the apple dive
I told a white lie
Gravity in the beholder's eye
Stuck in a place with no right angles
Not homesick for that large rectangle
Looking at the world from all the wrong angles
The broken lines begin to writhe and tangle

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