No Falcons Lyrics

Cutting Pink With Knives No Falcons

You don't have to design
The designs exist, they're predetermined
They just design themselves
They just design themselves

There's a beautiful aperiodic
Crystal of harmony
There are no falcons on the axes

Only numbers that place themselves
And leave open the design
All we are is arbitrary factors
In an aleatoric structure
We're defined by chance
And we define chance itself