Theory of Everything 3 - dj-Nate

There's a magazine called Sunset And a tape machine that won't let Me ever forget this impossible longing for you Let's take a map across your pillow And breathe the sky in through your window I'll stay in the riddle and watch your books cave in Just maybe you're my inspiration Just lead me to some new sensation We'll make a little guide we can call our own 'Cause there's a magazine called Sunset And a tape machine that won't ever let Me forget this impossible longing I have for you Or I'm a future far outstanding In the present race I phantom There's a magazine And a tape machine Oh, that's everything Oh, yeah Or I'm a future far outstanding In the present race I phantom There's a magazine And a tape machine Oh, that's everything There's a magazine And a tape machine Oh, that's everything Oh, yeah It won't ever, ever, ever let me forget This impossible longing I have for you

Don't aim to please Aim to dazzle Time's a disease An endless frazzle Chaos, save us Space cannot defeat us The ecstasy of entropy Migrate Arise with need Through space we wheeze Let's end this hassle Enormity shall be the key Our grandest razzle Chaos, save us Space cannot defeat us The ecstasy of entropy Migrate Arise with need Lurch one Shear the sphere Spiral out As one-shot pusher plates We've had a lot of time to think It has to be The perfect shot From megayears to nanseconds Gone in a blink Lurch two Why waste Sirius A Conveniently in our way Let's do this right Triple the supernova blast A nacelle of sentinels Cannon sol into the dog star To harvest our disaster type 1a And the dice are cast Set course Release for impact We're on the brink Here goes Lurch three The gravity Of Sirius B Spurs accretion Into its monumental sink Sol Omega Get the fuck far away from me As the mass of stellar gas And two collapsing hydrogen infernos Are hureled into the carbon furnae One last goodbye As both stars die Collapse the cores And the local fluff shall tremble Blow up the stars Collect their mass Detonate and reassemble Iron poison To kill the stars Iron poison To kill the stars Iron poison To kill the stars Iron poison To kill the stars Lurch four Accelerate To breaking point Then catch flying flesh of stars At 20000 kps Wrap around it like a mantle Spin the loot into spheres Silicates to patch up scars Gases to collapse and shrink Into hawking radiation engines We've had a lot of time to think There'll be us who'll ride it out in here Bottom-feeding in four Dimensions And there's us who'll get right out of here Once we're turning our attentions Gregarious, Nefarious, Temerarious To Sagittarius A* Supermassive typhoon Crowned in magnetars A perfect siphon The most pro we can gress We meet in the center Access and aggress Concenter To Sagittarius A* Supermassive typhoon Drowned in magnetars A perfect siphon The most pro we can gress We meet in the middle Doomed in this, unless We solve this riddle Supermassive typhoon A perfect siphon Meet in the center Concenter Sagittarius A* Supermassive typhoon Drowned in magnetars A perfect siphon The most pro we can gress We meet in the middle Doomed in this, unless We solve this riddle How to get the fuck out of here? On a quantum singularity How to get the fuck out of here? How to get the fuck out of here? On a quantum singularity How to get the fuck out of here? Get the fuck out of here Chaos, save us Get the fuck out of here Migrate Arrive

Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense All your stories are about your death The lemmings on the way to the cliff, the brain-dead boys Calling you a hooligan, a Border Reiver git The boxer with a box of old shit, the big white noise It's all about the money now You put the hard drive in the microwave You antelope, you are a sack of wine Huh, huh Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense Just blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire Blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire, I don't know It's all about the Benjamins It's all about the wilderness for me Tomorrow is a wonderful idea Huh, huh It's the end of the contender The end of the contender It's the end of the contender The end of the contender Feeding time, animatronic eyes Are a-watching with delight (the end of the contender) A churning mind, oh, give me that rabid smile Those Creddahornis eyes Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense (It all made sense) The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender