I’m so sick of x’s and y’s
Logic is but a string of lies
Trying to put boundaries on my life
And my line of conscience thinking

I’m so sick of multiplying
The converse fraction I am dividing
And a triangle becomes
More than just a shape

I’m so sick of x’s and y’s
Substitution I can’t apply
To any situation, that I
Might face in my real life

If ever in the line of fire
I doubt I’ll get by, by the
Many uses of Tan or Calculus
Or the Cartesian Plain

I’m so sick of x’s and y’s
So sick, that I might die
If Pythagoras was still alive
I’D CUT HIS FUCKING HEART OUT AND WATCH HIM BLEED FROM A CRATOR IN HIS CHEST.