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...