They say the sun don't revolve ‘round the earth
But it does when you live on the sun, oh
The sun ceases to be when the earth goes dark
Dreaming under a dead moon
Heaven's held in a bowl -
Out of reach, but surely close
They say all are equal under the sun
But they're not: some aspire to greater arcs
With pointed purpose and hats rising closer to god
More than merely human
Heaven's held in a bowl -
Out of reach, but surely close
Well, i shall be infallible
Pad the equations when they're broke
Burn unbelievers in their homes
Blot out the day with their black smoke
In control and all alone