Snowflake von Koch

Every step divides into three, then three again.
I watch you build fractals out of our arguments.
This bar serves gin and probability theory,
Your voice sounds like an old British choir.
We are trapped in sharp edges and empty conversations,
Where every prick is just a new segment.

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Koch Snowflake.
Falling into a glass, dissolving in the silence.
The infinite boundary of our finale,
Locked in this icy wall.
Koch Snowflake.
A perfect calculation for those who are alone.


My rhythm is the bass from underground clubs,
Your sorrow is an even synthesizer hum.
We multiply angles without touching each other's lips,
I sit down on a creaking wooden chair.
No end, only the detailing of pain,
We play our strange roles in someone else's movie.

Припев
Koch Snowflake.
Falling into a glass, dissolving in the silence.
The infinite boundary of our finale,
Locked in this icy wall.
Koch Snowflake.
A perfect calculation for those who are alone.


Iteration one: a glance.
Iteration two: silence.
The area is frozen, but the lines run far away.
In this geometry, there is no place for despair,
Only cold, calculating sorrow.

Припев
Koch Snowflake.
Falling into a glass, dissolving in the silence.
The infinite boundary of our finale,
Locked in this icy wall.
Koch Snowflake.
A perfect calculation for those who are alone.


Multiply by four. Divide by three.
Koch Snowflake.
Stay. Or just erase.
Koch Snowflake.