[Music: Patrick]

Let there be the art

Painful urge to create in all matter embodied

Let there be the stars to sign the work

For earthbound creation to worship when

They'll start gazing upward

Let there be light, glowing from a far

Like a blasting horn bellows forth our coming

Divine architecture drawn onto the veil of existence

Your very existence, by sole will conceived

Since the first cell divided itself

Provided the canvas for the work to bloom

Until the time came to make apes into men

A sorry pinnacle drawn to regression

Creation, you self-predacious kind

The canvas you stained in majestic idiocy

For eons all was miscomprehended

Offerings slain for heaven granted better harvests

To vultures alone

To our image and resemblance

[Solo: Pat]

Animals we did disguise

[Solo: Mat]

Behind a mask of intelligence

[Solo: Pat, Mat]

The beast can be sensed

[Solo: Pat, Mat]

Creatures, so unfit for liberty

Always at war to force-feed a vision of divinity

Manipulating holiness

You see evil in all senses

Blindly guessing the why you've been

Arisen, given speech

[Solo: Pat]

Made into flesh and blood

[Solo: Mat]

Given a script and a play

[Solo: Pat, Mat]

Characters (for which) higher will is reason

[Solo: Pat, Mat]