[EtH]

Cheers mate.




Today it culminates, every fragment joined and we’re weaving the pieces
Nervous; con-cerned I’ve conned CERN into believing my thesis
Have I thought of every necessity? Balanced everything chemically?
In fear of my legacy I start to sift through my memories
Did I finish every equation? Did I carry the ones?
Stop it, there’s not a single problem, just be happy there’s none
I’m just stressed cause the press in newspapers jeered
“It’s a pragmatic theory”, is that faith or fear?
I think of all the time my wife and kids were waiting
While I was anticipating the results of tests and simulations
I neglected them all just to try and be greater
Leaving the most giant of craters while analysing some data
Now every time that I’ve hurt them will be finally worth it
All those nights they left the lights on while I was finding my purpose
Hearts in mouths, now the tension is lethal
The last preparations are down, the last thread in the needle
Years of persistence with this machine as my mistress, just a gentlemen caller
It starts up, we’re taken back by the hurdling screech as it bellows and hollers
This is the greatest day of my life, I know it without a doubt
The machine sputters and spatters, before it finally powers down
What wait, sparks fire out as the machine is combustion
Looking for a screen as I’m rushing, oh no, I forgot the recent adjustments
Years of work, gone, there's no massive success or passing of tests
Seriously, I think this is just about as bad as it gets.

Today it culminates, every fragment joined and we’re weaving the pieces
Nervous; con-cerned I’ve conned CERN into believing my thesis
Have I thought of every necessity? Balanced everything chemically?
As I’m sitting in ecstasy, it hits me; did I rejig the telemetry?
My desk awash with papers, I browse through the sheets
Exposing a heavily hidden and drowned computer screen
Fluently, my fingers trace the tops of the keys that I’m facing
Shit, through my steely fixation I missed the recalibrations
I can see it now; “boffin makes embarrassing blooper”
Amending the numbers, I ease from the maddening stupor
We’re ready, final thoughts are scribbled on the pads of the writers
While their eyes stay tuned to the Hadron collider
Hearts in mouths, now the tension is lethal
The last preparations are down, the last thread in the needle
Years of persistence with this machine as my mistress, just a gentlemen caller
It starts up, we’re taken back by the hurdling screech as it bellows and hollers
Rip-roaring lasers fire out, our legs are like rubber
Particles rocket out to smack against one another
Amazed, we watch the prismatic reflection of colours
Until our wonder is covered by a beckoning buzzer
Alarms ring, the air adopts a gravitational current
“It’s a black hole!”, my eyes ashamed to concur it
If only I’d left it, we’re here because my math was correct
And now I think this is just about as bad as it gets.