Laurence Overmire - Father And Son lyrics

I've walked a wall around my father Choosing angles from different sides Point of reference at no return And wondered where the intersection Of two points on a line. And diagrammed completely every sentence Subject verb Touching every principle that modifies a man. We are the darknesses uncolored Shapes that haven't taken form Our pseudo-self-dimensions are transparently inept So here I am without conclusion An inequality unborn: There is no mathematic in the muddled myth of man.