An Incompleteness Theorem Songtext
von Levi Weaver

Every hour at the chalkboard taught me more about the things I knew
But couldn′t prove to anyone demanding proof until I had a few things all worked through
So I labored through the night, 'til my fingers turned to white
I tried to package you
But you eluded me each time as if to say I′d never find a box you'd fit into
I abandoned social norms
I became a man absorbed with needing evidence
I even tried a couple times to pretened I could deny an answer could exist
I plugged in faith and hope and love
(at least the closest I could come)
and each one wrecked the ship
With each night and each skipped meal
Mr. Hyde would take the wheel a little bit
The answer looks
An awful lot like another question
A grim reminder that our design is limited
Every answer looks a lot like another question
But I can't stop asking
I can′t stop asking...
I started swearing at the walls


And as my chest would rise and fall it seemed to taunt my brain
Til in a fit of rage I called to put a silence to the hollow hope that screamed my name
But with each piece I could extract
Each fingerful continued asking me to show my work
Til I collapsed upon the floor naked and sore and sure I could not even prove it hurt
Then lying face upon the floor once more I looked up at the board and I began to cry
There amidst the chalk and slate some wayward blood had found its way and now it caught my eye
And the spatter spelled out clearly
"Everything you know is theory
Even your own name."
You don′t need proof to have some answers
To the questions you've been asking all along the way.
The answer looks
An awful lot like another question
A grim reminder that our design is limited
Every answer looks a lot like another question
But I can′t stop asking
I can't stop asking...
You′ll always be a little incomplete
But don't throw away the things you do know
You′ll always be a little incomplete
But don't throw away the things you do know.