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 â€" 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...