| 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] |