Post #2121849

With apologies to Weezer. Oh yeah. All right. Some open cover Is mapping to nothing My Betti number Is filling with dread Guess I'll just close the set. Oh yeah, all right, the void inside Look at the sequence, wrestle with Sartre Meaning is empty behind my back The complex is ready to blow. Say it ain't closed! This loop is a soul-breaker Say it ain't closed! The void is a space-taker. I can't compute you I never could prove That which might bound you So try to resolve When I say This space is a manifold away from me That strips the meaning every day So resolve. Say it ain't closed! This loop is a soul-breaker Say it ain't closed! The void is a space-taker. Dear de Rham, I write you In spite of empty spaces You mapped out the cycles, found the truth or so I hear This torsion awakens existential dread and fear The zero, the one-form, the self is drowning in the void! Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah! (Maximum volume) Say it ain't closed! This loop is a soul-breaker Say it ain't closed! The void is a space-taker. Say it ain't closed! Say it ain't closed!