[Verse 1]
You claim you've mapped every decimal place
Between zero and one, complete embrace
Written down each number in perfect rows
But I'll build a weapon from what you propose
Look at your list, see the pattern emerge
Diagonal digits, where math worlds converge
First number's first, second number's second place
I'll twist each digit, leave not a trace
[Chorus]
Your blueprint becomes your own defeat
The diagonal shows your list's incomplete
Change every digit down that line
Create a number you'll never find
Cantor's arrow pierces through
The infinite hole inside of you
Your map has a missing street
The diagonal makes defeat complete
[Verse 2]
Row one gives 0.7349...
Row two gives 0.2846...
Down the spine, I harvest gold
Sevens become fours, the story's told
Twos turn to threes, eights become ones
Avoiding zeros, nines I shun
My constructed rebel fits your space
But lives outside your number base
[Chorus]
Your blueprint becomes your own defeat
The diagonal shows your list's incomplete
Change every digit down that line
Create a number you'll never find
Cantor's arrow pierces through
The infinite hole inside of you
Your map has a missing street
The diagonal makes defeat complete
[Bridge]
This twisted logic appears again
In Gödel's maze and Turing's pen
Self-reference cuts like sharpened steel
Makes incomplete what should be real
The enumeration builds the blade
That cuts the throat of claims it made
Forever more than you can count
Infinity's insurmountable mount
[Chorus]
Your blueprint becomes your own defeat
The diagonal shows your list's incomplete
Change every digit down that line
Create a number you'll never find
Cantor's arrow pierces through
The infinite hole inside of you
Your map has a missing street
The diagonal makes defeat complete
[Outro]
Between zero and one lies vast terrain
Too wild for any counting chain
The diagonal whispers what we've learned
Some bridges can never be returned