To connect
And make sense of it all
We draw lines

Through the chaos within
We measure what is
Everything but real

On our crooked scale

Bend it to our will

Dream it into form
Bend it to our will
Dream it into form

Shape it in our image
The science of noise


Fil in the blanks
And avert the gaze
Descend upon those

Who trespass against us
Torn from the sheltering
Safety of faith

As crooked as the come

Bend it to our will

Dream it into form
Bend it to our will
Dream it into form

Shape it in our image
The science of noise


One clear-cut line
That sepatates it all
We challenge the void

To bare its secret beyond
We look until we see
What our truth now will be


Bend it to our will
And dream it into form

Bend it to our will
Dream it into form
Shape it in our image

The science of noise