Probabilities

MADELEINE: This isn’t the way it was supposed to be
I worked out every eventuality
Chance of cancer: 0.43
Chance of heart failure: 0.30
But the chance of suffocating alone in space was just 0.00 102…
It’s a simple equation: complete isolation + this fucker’s persuasion = eternal
bind
So I am divided, and though I must hide it, there’s fear deep inside,
and it’s clouding my mind
I cannot decipher the deep hidden meaning
Of the subatomic collisions I’m reading
It would take a warped mind to calculate the probabilities
It would take a sick eye to see the strings pulling on me
We’ve stopped receiving transmissions, and in addition, my intuition says that
something is wrong
So I’m trying not to think I may have lost you, cause I know I’ve got to try
and be strong
I cannot decipher the deep hidden meaning
Of the subatomic collisions I’m reading
It would take a warped mind to calculate the probabilities
It would take a sick eye to see the strings pulling on me