Quantum Physics

Woven in the fabric of space and time

Is a constant that we don’t understand

It bonds and fluctuates at different rates

As all the species and plants live and mate

We seem so small but as we live our story

We imprint the fabric warping reality

What is meant to be has no meaning

Nothing exsists beyond comprehension

We’re just floating around this ball of fire

While we’re just waiting for the end

The lives we live give nothing meaning

Our ghosts will live on

In a way that no one will ever notice

We are made and live by our choices

The love we give, gives nothing meaning

Our ghosts will live on

In a way that we thought was meant to be

But in the end there was nothing

(We meant nothing)

In the cosmos to the vans at Costco

Is a constant that we don’t understand

It exists in the air and space precieved fate

As we all drive and spend for a life we hate

It’ll remember us as everything fades away

What exists cannot be completely destroyed

We made this life to the universe it belongs

As nothing more than what we once were

We’re just floating around this ball of fire

While we’re just waiting for the end

The lives we live give nothing meaning

Our ghosts will live on

In a way that no one will ever notice

We are made and live by our choices

The love we give, gives nothing meaning

Our ghosts will live on

In a way that we thought was meant to be

But in the end there was nothing

(We meant nothing)

Nothing has meaning

(We meant nothing)

Nothing has meaning

(We meant nothing)

Nothing has meaning

(But we tried for something)

Nothing has meaning

(But nothing has meaning)