Perfect Message
Endless
On the surface, everything seems to make sense
Things vibrate and forms all states of matter but go deeper
To the realm of a quantum, and all sense is lost
And forms all states of matter but go deeper
Yet somehow - things crystalize
Somehow there is form
God doesn't play dice, he plays chess
I am a pawn, that somehow staid
Fragile senses feed collective thoughts
But my senses are conspiring
How sweet, i was blind, but now i see
Show - but who watches?
Chaos, it would seem, is the ultimate nihilist
Somehow there is form
God doesn't play dice, he plays chess
I am a pawn, that somehow staid
The quark can't be predicted
The system should either collapse - or explode!
Chaos, it would seem, is the ultimate nihilist
But my senses are conspiring
How sweet, i was blind, but now i see
Show - but who watches?
This is happening
We are the code, breaking codes
Thats breaking codes, thats breaking codes...
We are broken gifts for broken men...