We can divide all of time, yet stil

We can divide all of time, yet still it's one rhyme
The wind of the cosmos is the same as the chime
Hold your breath no more
A circle can exist without an awareness of math
Throw your compass into the stars
We always float on without knowing the path
A fractalized mind
Lost and then found
Lost equals found
The fractured divine
Life and then death
Life equals death
Breaths that are stolen can't be given back
Hearts that once broke now have gold in the cracks
Just as a spider lacks need for mathematical lessons
Soul lacks need for a mathematical god's blessings
Multiply what you think you know by X
Now what do you have? Convenient lies?
Your equations can never determine success
Math is a metaphor for inadequate eyes
A searching mind
Lost and then death
Lost equals death
A hellfire divine
Birth and then found
Birth equals found
Replace your own variables and switch it around
Hold your breath forever more
Math can't exist without an awareness of circles
Place the stars within your compass
We'll never float on without jumping the hurdles
-MM