The darkest chains are broken
The cinema plays out it's tragedy
The future futile in grand design
in biology we shouldn't exist
we are the fucking anomoly
So unreasonable
That possibility is a roll of the dice
And someone predicted the forthcoming events
as a matter of certainty that It all will end
On April 13th 2007
But you know that design, which happens to be mine
for in my mind I was above you at the age of nine
(I've already planned my escape beyond the boundries of mortal confine...)
The equations that I have mean nothing beyond the fact that someone
has way too much time on their hands and decided to play a game of chance
Roll the dice!!!
Place your bets
I bet you'll fucking die
This is the talk of unsane mind
preaching that the end is near
swearing that I am seer
I know that this is going to be
Listen to Me!!!
So tell me what good it does to go on about
The necro goat skullfuckers that like to play some metal
And going to the forest to howl with the wolves when you live in Detroit
The closest place to hell that you can ever go
And tell me one reason why trying to talk about quantum physics
to people who don't care makes me one bit the wiser
When the common person is drone
and all they know is the actions of others
This is the way it is
No one will fucking listen
When the sky starts falling
All I can say is I tryed to fucking warn you
