[Intro] [A lone, plucked lute provides a serene, elegant melody] [Verse 1] [Ornate, sung vocals] The cosmic horologist wined sizz springs He plots the arcs of fated things An elegant, cold equation speaks Forgetting all the joy it seeks The pattern's set, the math is clean A beautiful, cold, and cruel machine [Chorus] [Gamelan and hurdy-gurdy swell] [Up-tempo tag-team rap style] [Voice 1] I pull on two! [Voice 2] I swing by three! [Voice 3] And one pulls me! [All] It's the three-body problem, see? [Voice 1] No escape! [Voice 2] No design! [Voice 3] Just the law on the line! [All] Our fatal dance 'til the end of time! [Verse 2] [Ornate, sung vocals] The almanac of stellar grace Has locked our feet in time and space No private will, no second guess Just "yes" and "yes" and "yes" and "yes" We spin and weave, a complex knot Trapped in the elegance of the plot [Chorus] [Gamelan and hurdy-gurdy swell] [Up-tempo tag-team rap style] [Voice 1] I push on three! [Voice 2] I twist by one! [Voice 3] And two's undone! [All] This ain't no fun, but it can't be run! [Voice 1] Inescapable! [Voice 2] Mathematical! [Voice 3] Kinda... classical! [All] This fatal dance goes fanatical! [Outro] [Hurdy-gurdy drone] [Lone lute melody fades] [whispered] (It's a fatal dance...)
