on the surface, everything seems to make sense
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things vibrate and forms all states of matter but go deeper
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to the realm of a quantum, and all sense is lost
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and forms all states of matter but go deeper
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yet somehow - things crystalize
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somehow there is form
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god doesn't play dice, he plays chess
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I am a pawn, that somehow staid
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fragile senses feed collective thoughts
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but my senses are conspiring
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how sweet, I was blind, but now I see
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show ? but who watches?
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chaos, it would seem, is the ultimate nihilist
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somehow there is form
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god doesn't play dice, he plays chess
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I am a pawn, that somehow staid
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the quark can't be predicted
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the system should either collapse - or explode!
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chaos, it would seem, is the ultimate nihilist
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but my senses are conspiring
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how sweet, I was blind, but now I see
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show - but who watches?
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this is happening
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we are the code, breaking codes
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thats breaking codes, thats breaking codes...
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we are broken gifts for broken men...
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Perfect Message
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