Platotectonics

This world is nothing but arbitrary calculations
Angels hold the keys, computers, equations
Might be you say something to me like “Look, Barney, it’s OK”
Believe you me too, me too, I hear this kind of shit every day
in every word you say
in every impossible way

But you’re too quick to underestimate
the subliminal ancient art
Of taking one man and his dog
and making them fall apart

And as he sat there unravelling
he watched the process from the start
Amongst Original Sin and dark matter
he never saw a heart