I'm a bubble in a sound wave

A sonic push for energy

Exploding like the sun

A flash of clean light hope

All you scientists can hold your breath

Can I decide to show myself?

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh... (Take me to the source of chaos let me be the butterfly)

(Oh my, imperfect symmetry has underlying poetry in rhyme)

If you think like Thomas Edison

Could you invent a world for me?

Now all that's on the surface

Are bloody arms and oil fields

Could I turn this place all upside down?

And shake you and your fossils out?

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh (You can't predict everything with Newton like certainty, why)

(Oh my, coz it floats around all we see with oscillating energy on high)

And you soothe yourself with the sounds you know

And tune out-out-out the hypnotic drone

Perfect hexagon of the honeycomb

And you soothe your soul with the shapes you know

Should I come outside and run your cars?

Should I run your rockets to the stars?

Could you invent a world for me?

I need to hear a symphony

If I'm to run the future

You've got to let the old world go

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh (Take me to the source of chaos let me be the butterfly)

(Oh my, imperfect symmetry has underlying poetry in rhyme)

And you soothe yourself with the sounds you know

And tune out-out-out the hypnotic drone

Perfect hexagon of the honeycomb

And you soothe your soul with the shapes you know

Your word for me is fusion

But is real change an illusion?

Could I turn this place all upside down?

And shake you and your fossils out

If I'm to run the future (Take me to the source of chaos)

You've got to let the old world go (Let me be the butterfly)

Could you invent a world for me? (Oh my, imperfect symmetry)

I need to hear a symphony (Has underlying poetry in rhyme)

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh (You can't predict everything with Newton like certainty, why)

(Oh my, coz it floats around all we see with oscillating energy on high)