The first thing that matters is matter,

Cos mattering can’t even matter without matter.

(Without Matter)

Three ways to matter, none of them matter-of-fact.

If I say “matter” three times, does my point collapse?

What’s the matter with matter? Is it mass, is it space, is it meaning,

Or just the matter that matters to the matter I’m leaning?

Triplicate syllables, trip me, I triple back.

Three meanings in sequence, all running off track.

If everything matters, then nothing is mattering.

So now I’m mattering about matter, but nothing’s the matter.

(Nothing's the matter, nothing's the matter, nothing's the matter)

Call it the rule of three, or the three that rule nothing,

I loop it again till the meaning starts bluffing.

One meaning, two meanings, three meanings, erase,

Three words in a loop, just a copy and paste.

Ask me three times, get three different lies.

Three blind insights for the price of one eye.

I’m the plural of paradox, the sum of all sums,

If I say it a third time, it unmakes what I’ve done.

(What does it matter?)

The first thing that matters is matter,

Cos mattering can’t even matter without matter.

(Without Matter)