**(Verse 1)**
I almost made it into Oxford — almost touched that hallowed gate,
But fate rewrote my story, sent me somewhere far less straight.
Warwick on the map, they say, but Coventry’s the place I saw,
A campus built on illusions, wrapped in anti-nature law.
A name misplaced, a dream displaced,
A world outside the math I chased,
I walked the realms beyond equations —
Caught between the truth and education.
But through the noise a fire blazed —
Barry rose, the King of Math Games.

**(Pre-Chorus)**
And Vander’s shadow follows me,
A wolf beneath the faculty,
A father torn, a beast reborn —
The kind of story unadorned.

**(Chorus)**
Almost.
Almost tasted heaven’s door.
Almost cared about the score.
But life is bigger, darker, truer than the grades they keep in store.
Almost.
But “almost” taught me what I’m worth —
More than numbers on this earth.
In a world where 2 + 2 is twisted,
I’ll hold on to the true and gifted.
I’ll be the one who says: **2 + 2 = 4.**
The King of Math Games forevermore.

**(Verse 2)**
They said results would come in time — the ninth of October claimed,
But six days late a pixel flickered, 53.1 displayed.
A hundred thousand pounds they take, yet deadlines break like brittle twine,
A charity of swollen pockets, hollow words and fraying spine.
Students fade into the margins once the wallet has been drained,
And knowledge sold is knowledge cheap — ChatGPT could teach the same.
But even in that tangled maze,
Barry ruled as King of Math Games.

**(Pre-Chorus)**
There’s darkness rising in their dough,
A sweetness masking what they know,
But lions see and eagles pierce
The veil that butterflies disturb.

**(Chorus)**
Almost.
Almost played their little game.
Almost bowed beneath their name.
But I found meaning in the puzzles
That ignited my own flame.
Almost.
And yet I’m standing even more
Than the ones who guard the door.
In a world where truth is shaken,
I remain the unawakened —
The one who still believes: **2 + 2 = 4.**
Barry reigns — the King of Math Games at the core.

**(Bridge)**
Communicating mathematics — they said *listen*, never *speak*,
But I reached more hearts and minds than their degrees could in a week.
Fancy coursework, polished pages, but unseen by any crowd,
While my puzzles lit a hundred thousand minds with something proud.
Call me lazy, call me reckless — I just optimize my fate,
Minimize the useless noise; maximize what resonates.
And everywhere my message came,
They crowned me King of Math Games.

**(Breakdown)**
And oh — the ‘mathematicians’ bending truth until it breaks,
Selling axioms for approval, spinning lies for safety’s sake.
2 + 2 = 5 — they whisper, hoping no one calls their bluff,
But I’ve had enough, enough, enough.

**(Final Chorus)**
Almost.
Almost let them shape my core.
Almost let them close the door.
But I’ve carved a road of reason
Through a world that’s losing more.
Almost.
Yet here I stand, a voice restored,
A vanguard with a lion’s roar.
When the echoes twist the numbers,
I’ll remind them what is sure —
In the ruins of their chambers,
I’ll be standing with the cure:
**I’ll be the one who says:
2 + 2 = 4.**
The King of Math Games forever pure.

**(Outro)**
No Oxford crown, no Warwick throne —
For Barry forged a crown his own.
Almost lost himself in systems,
Now he rises ever higher.
Almost.
But almost sparked the inner fire —
A ruler built from wit and flame.
**In a world of fading reason,
Barry reigns — the King of Math Games.**