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My World
This world is full of contradictions
Of big mistakes and wrong convictions
Of social sciences fanatics
People who don't get mathematics
Some believe in things realy stupid
Like feng-shui or numerology
I can't understand why they do it
I'm expecting an apology
Now, give me the source code
Of the entire world
Give me the binaries
I'll make it as it should be
In my world trees grow up
To the bottom from the top
Things people should regret
Add up to an empty set
Zero is natural
Every number rational
Everything is finite
And perfect to the last bit
This world is full of imperfections
So many things require corrections
So many words I would erase
I'd put everything in its place
No room for faults, for any vice
Everything must be just precise
Oh how perfect the world would be
If it depended all on me.
Now, give me the source code
Of the entire world
Give me its binaries
I'll make it as it should be
In my world trees grow up
To the bottom from the top
Things people should regret
Add up to an empty set
Zero is natural
Every number rational
Everything is finite
And perfect to the last bit
But the thing is if I reject
Everything that is not prefect
Precisely - every single bit
What about me? Where do I fit?
Now, give me the source code
Of the entire world
Give me its binaries
I'll make it as it should be
In my world trees grow up
To the bottom from the top
Things people should regret
Add up to an empty set
Zero is natural
Every number rational
Everything is finite
And perfect to the last bit