Poet, priest, and visionary rallied to the call
The will of humankind defied them all
Coveting the gold and silver idols of success
Only to perpetuate duress
Every king's a**a**in waiting silently at bay
Counting down until his holy day
Artifacts of ancient wisdom buried in the sand
Hastily upturned to clear the land
Now I ain't going to claim to be the second son
I love my follow man
But I hate what he's become
And it goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on
To calculate the universe leads further from divine
But can we comprehend all that we find?
Artifacts of ancient wisdom buried in the sand
Neglected and denied by us again
Now I ain't going to cast the first stone, you see
I love my follow man
And I love what he could be
But it goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on