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The nerve cords
Of our human minds
Decipher patterns
That follow defined lines
This entailed vice
Leaves us all blind
To the laws
At the core of earthly life

Cause the tiny wings of a butterfly
Might cause a storm on the globe's other side
How long now until we can't deny
That our sentiment of control is just a lie

This castle of sand
Running through our hands
On the edge of chaos
Where we all stand

The only constant
Besides death
Is steady change
For worse or for best
Always moving
No place to rest
The beating heart
In this living system's chest

As the tiny wings of butterfly
Might change the course of our times
Fear the fall there beyond the ledge
As we're balancing on the tip of a razor's edge

Go!
Down through the vortex
To certain demise
A helpless cue ball
Unable to rise

This castle of sand
Running through our hands
On the edge of chaos
Where we all stand
Falling for
Our own traps
We're caught on
The edge of collapse

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