[Intro — whispered, layered] (There's no such thing as random...) (There's no such thing as random...) [Verse 1 — soft intimate vocals, delicate] I was raised on a question mark, taught to call it chaos, But chaos is a lazy word for a language we aint heard Every path has a history, every purpose has an ending god don't gamble, he knows what you cant handle I been reading between the lines in what they call coincidence, Finding fingerprints on accidents, motives in the dissonance. The dice ain't loaded, that's the lie they sold you in the classroom, The dice are just to cover-up the strings inside the vacuum. I saw a star collapse once, and I called it a religion, Saw a photon pick a path, and I called it a decision They told me "that's just quantum, it's inherently uncertain," I said, "Uncertainty's for when your math ain't working." [Pre-Chorus — building, breathy, urgent] I don't believe in maybe, I believe it was meant to be The kind that makes your free will feel like its a memory You think the road you took was your choice? The road was always yours, your just driving through the noise You're just a group of atoms the universe is using for a voice [Pre-Hook — extremely high-pitched, ethereal, repeated] Tick, tick, tick — that's not time, that's a countdown, Every "random" event is just a structure breaking down. that's not time, that's a countdown, Every "random" event is just a structure breaking down. [Bridge — stripped back, whispered, emotional breakdown] (There's no such thing as random...) (There's no such thing as random...) [Chorus — epic drop, powerful soaring belt, raw rasp] There's no such thing as random, just a misunderstanding, The observer's got a blind spot where the pattern's supposed to matter. Every accident is from you being absent every chance was yours before you knew you had it You call it chaos 'because you're looking right past it There's no such thing as random, just a gap in what you know The dice was always loaded, you just didn't see the throw Every "maybe" is a maybe 'cause your eyes haven't focused The universe don't gamble — it just wanted you to notice [Verse 2 — soft intimate vocals, delicate, fully sung] I traced the stock market back to a butterfly's wing, Followed it through a divorce, a hook-up, to a diamond ring. She never knew the contract she had signed, Every soft beat of her wings, a clause she couldn't unwind. I mapped a murder to a missed bus, to a snooze button, To a dream about a river, to a childhood with a cousin. The cousin never met the victim, never heard the name, But the pattern doesn't change — it connects the dots the same. You call it fate, I call it feedback that's running late, The kind that makes a poet out of every broken vase. Every broken heart is the start of something new, every scar is a reminder of what you been through, The universe is writing papers and soon your page will be full I don't believe in accidents, I believe in the blind spots, The kind that make a scientist say "God" when the math stops. but the math don't stop it just moves into another frame And what you call the void is just ticks and the tocks in-between [Spoken Word Bridge — beat drops to just a pulse] They told me, "Some things just happen. No reason. No cause." I said, "Show me the equation that ends with 'because.'" They said, "Quantum mechanics says it's fundamentally random." I said, "That's not a law of nature, that's just your flawed observation." [beat swells back in] [Final Chorus — explosive, ad-libs, huge high note] There's no such thing as random, just a misunderstanding, The observer's got a blind spot where the pattern's supposed to matter. Every accident's a blueprint, every chance is just the movement, You call it chaos 'cause you're looking right through it There's no such thing as random, just a gap of what we knew, The dice was always loaded, you just didn't know it. Every "maybe" is a maybe 'cause your eyes haven't focused The universe don't gamble — it just wanted you to notice. 'Cause every time you find a pattern, you find another layer, And every layer's got a layer, and the layers never waiver. The gap between what's random and what's real is just a distance, Between what you can measure and the resistance. There's no such thing as random, just a gap in what we know, (In what we know) The dice was always loaded, you just didn't watch the throw. (Didn't watch the throw) Every "maybe" is a maybe 'cause your eyes are out of focus, The universe don't gamble — it just wanted to be noticed [Outro — fading, ticking clock, final line spoken] Tick... tick... tick... The gap ain't in the universe. The gap is in you.
