We perceive a god Living to eat the heart out That we might become like it We observe a man Wicked in himself And ponder the innate A thirst has driven us to madness Many are the ways Of the desperate Labor with joy on your towers As i tear down the high places And bellow Your praise turns to ash In your mouth And grief was the door To my liberation Man is equal man is one From the wretch in the pit To the zealot on the mountain All are ants Shouting at the universe Just as foolish as we are wise Distance is immeasurable Answers are infinity Prideful man must be struck down Mourn accept again again Humility alone shows promise Woe to us