Intro: So... who are you? A small fraction of that force That always wants to do evil And always brings about good Chorus: Will you be my Trinity? Oppenheimer would be proud of us It's a theory of physics, skin friction And white rabbits that I sink my teeth into If you want, you can be with me, but only today Verse 1: I started at ground zero with a Mobius strip around my neck Something that looked good only on your thighs You throw so far, now try to find yourself With a hit, I make an echo, but with the maturity of a corpse The pressure will burst us but together it's better Closer together, fire tramples imagination This is our little explosive Coney Island I have tickets that have taken on the roles of cards It's Monday again, five-thirty Sirens and lighthouse sounds pull me in Muted jaws Counting down subtracts speech from the rest of us Estimate how many nights await us How many days until the break? Chorus: Will you be my Trinity? Oppenheimer would be proud of us It's a theory of physics, skin friction And white rabbits that I sink my teeth into If you want, you can be with me, but only today Verse 2: A few species are proof that hope is not dead yet So many cases, and I make Atlas toss us The earth's rebels have long torn their throats We have time to express ourselves in your unfulfilled truths With lightning bolts I'm familiar; Trinity Your worldview has collapsed, I wanted to live in it And I just wanted to have, seize all things Chances like percentages in liquid, you won't heal me My eternal trinity, theory of chaos From weakness I have two, one for your hair Chorus: Will you be my Trinity? Oppenheimer would be proud of us It's a theory of physics, skin friction And white rabbits that I sink my teeth into If you want, you can be with me, but only today Chorus: Will you be my Trinity? Oppenheimer would be proud of us It's a theory of physics, skin friction And white rabbits that I sink my teeth into If you want, you can be with me, but only...Today you can break free, try to count on more I have camouflage and I help you silently Maybe fruitlessly, maybe I have artillery here I'm waiting to push it in and just have blood on my hands Chorus: Will you be my Trinity? Robert would be proud of us Remember, if you want, you can be with me, but only... Outro: Oppenheimer,
