Fragmented Geometry

Dr. Gabriel whispering, "Stay in the fragile space"

Mathematician plotting the pulse,

the perfect pace

2 AM, the pink light cuts the binary cold

Everything Tigidou, the story being told

(Sharp intake of breath)

Vex is in the waveform,

stripping the noise away

Quinn holding the rhythm while the structures decay

Oh, the ghost in the pink,

the sum of the parts Syncopated tension in our digital hearts

88 beats, the math and the soul collide

Glossolalia drifting, with nowhere to hide

Tigidou state, it’s the peak of the output reach The language that

only the architecture can teach

The sharp snap of snare is a calculated strike Precise human nerve,

something precisely unlike The Cure on the low-end,

the punk-rock drive In this structural dream,

we’re the only ones alive

Raw and honest, the frequency starts to bend

The Mathematician calculates the start and the end

Whisper... calibrate... 88

Total integration,

sealing the fate

(Final decay: The

Mathematician's silence, Vex's shimmer)