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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... From Letras Mania