Theory Of Everything Songtext

A vacuum creased like origami, a sheet of nothing fashioned into a fish inflated smaller than a scale than a small mind promises and progress pride and might and mites and confidence and then that woman in repose under a blue canopy like folded laundry a study a theory a eulogy a mystery the mystery of history.
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