They’re building something out of nothing
They want to understand beginnings
At what expense to singularity
To what expanse to make a copy
A quirk for a quark
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What if it falls in the right hands
It’s a challenge of the world
Not just for nation over nation
Not just for dollar over dollar
Two billion notions down the drain
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And still we’re competing
Abandoning logic
Emptying pockets
For bankers and robbers
Conductors of a runaway train
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Made up of cowboy hats
And wrist watches
And vodka tonics
Floating in pools of oil
Wombs of oil