Please guys, stop trying to understand
All these new trips have to be planned
All these new laws you ‘discover’
Makes me have to create yet another
Cos when I, first made an action, the reaction, put me in traction
I couldn’t contain the rules, or maintain the scores
Instantly out-foxed by Pandora’s box of
Self-replication and ill-legislation of fundamental flaws
With Pythagoras, I made special shapes
I gave Euclid some new numbers, to set free
But Newton and Einstein, was just pushing it for me
Just when I thought I was winning
I find there’s more onion skinning
So I hid it ALL… in a mist, of uncertainty