Static C

Everything you think you see is a matrix of strings in absolute Motion at C. A f*****g rat race song and dance with one chance to be. Determined to be by neccessity uncertainties enemy. Cry havoc let slip the dark side of the soul. Know that you must brutally murder savagely rape enslave dominate probability to sieze destiny by the throat, and see your dreams become reality. Bend the bars to find the key to your minbox set free to see. There is no cage or box or key. There are notes, chords, rythyms, melodies, and harmonies in choreagraphy. All perception perceives uncertainly is a cosmic symphony, cacophony in symmetry, White noise Static. Havoc!!!