[Verse 1]

You think it doesn't mean a thing

But everything must mean a thing

For nothing ever equals nothing

If you really stop and think

Fill the head with tiny talk

And follow suit as hands in clocks

And never dream of looking inward

For the combo to the lock

When everything is systematic

It is all automatic

For the one who is aware

Of the code beneath the smoke

And mirror plot

To keep us but dead dots

Atop the map that leads the genius

From the bottom of the earth up to the top