Docile and ready to connect to your controlled smile Your eyes don't match up with your grin You try to model all that there is left of your face Meanwhile, there's been a murder at the home They found no body, just the bones They found a mummy left alone Docile and just about to snap I didn't hit him in the head Had no idea he'd be dead Another bloody Sunday afternoon Here alone in the backrooms I've been controlling my convictions under supreme superstition I think you know what I know And it's the end of it all Hostile and ready to compete I crave destruction for defeat Technology that's obsolete I cannot fathom the way that you see me The way you use your faint heartbeat to illustrate the debt of me Don't you take my life away I heard you say I have been so good today I swear I'll change Don't you take my life Another bloody Sunday afternoon Here alone in the backrooms I've been controlling my convictions under supreme superstition I think you know what I know And it's the end of it all

I'm not so pretty but my soul is good. I promise you I would show you if I could. I'm not a bad man, just a twist in my past. But if you talk to me I will be your last. I don't believe in better times I can't stand all freakin' smiles I don't believe in smiley faces I can't find any happy places Can you see me crying? Ripped of all my dreams. All hopes and desires. What does it really mean? When all is dark you see a fraction of hope That's when you're hanging from a fucking rope God gave us all and he can take it away If I could meet him I would know what to say I don't believe in better times I can't stand all freakin' smiles I don't believe in merry faces I can't find any happy places Can you see me crying? Ripped of all my dreams. All hopes and desires. What does it really mean? This day is done It bleeds out to be gone And it calls to me To seize the day I call out to my grave And it burns in me

I'm tired of the waiting For the end of all days The prophets are preaching That the gods are needing praise The headlights are coming Showing me the way The serpents are singing A song that's meant to say All we need is faith All we need is faith Faith is all we need The desert is calling The emptiness of space The hunger of a lion Is written on your face A maniac's new love song Destruction is his game I need a new direction 'Cause I have lost my way All we need is faith All we need is faith Faith is all we need All we need is faith All we need is faith Faith is all we need The maniac messiah Destruction is his game A beautiful liar Love for him is pain The temples are now burning Our faith caught up in flames I need a new direction 'Cause I have lost my way All we need is faith All we need is faith Faith is all we need All we need is faith All we need is faith Faith is all we need A lifetime of consumption They've all become the same I punish them for pleasure And pleasure some with pain I punish you with pleasure And pleasure you with pain I punish you with pleasure And pleasure you with pain

1.) Four Point Six Archaean horizon The first sunrise On a pristine Gaea Opus perfectum Somewhere there, us sleeping After sleeping through a hundred million centuries We have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet Sparkling with color, bountiful with life Within decades we must close our eyes again Isn't it a noble An enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun To work on understanding the universe And how we have come to wake up in it? 2.) Life The cosmic law of gravity Pulled the newborns around a fire A careless, cold infinity in every vast direction Lonely farer in the Goldilocks zone She has a tale to tell From the stellar nursery into a carbon feast Enter LUCA The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth Ion channels welcoming the outside world To the stuff of stars Bedding the tree of a biological holy Enter life The tapestry of chemistry There's a writing in the garden Leading us to the Mother of all We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth We are here to care for the garden The wonder of birth Of every form most beautiful Every form most beautiful We are one We are a universe Forbears of what will be Scions of the Devonian sea Aeons pass Writing the tale of us all A day-to-day new opening For the greatest show on Earth 3.) The Toolmaker After a billion years The show is still here Not a single one of your fathers died young The handy travelers Out of Africa Little Lucy of the Afar Gave birth to fantasy To idolatry To self-destructive weaponry Enter the god of gaps Deep within the past Atavistic dread of the hunted Enter Ionia, the cradle of thought The architecture of understanding The human lust to feel so exceptional To rule the Earth Hunger for shiny rocks For giant mushroom clouds The will to do just as you'd be done by Enter history, the grand finale Enter Ratkind Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library Man, he took his time in the sun Had a dream to understand A single grain of sand He gave birth to poetry But one day'll cease to be Greet the last light of the library We were here! We were here! We were here! We were here! 4.) The Understanding We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones Most people are never going to die Because they are never going to be born The potential people who could have been here in my place But who will in fact never see the light of day Outnumber the sand grains of Sahara Certainly those unborn ghosts include Greater poets than Keats Scientists greater than Newton We know this Because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA So massively exceeds the set of actual people In the teeth of these stupefying odds It is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here We privileged few Who won the lottery of birth against all odds How dare we whine at our inevitable return To that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred? 5.) Sea-Worn Driftwood There is grandeur in this view of life With its several powers Having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one And that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on According to the fixed law of gravity From so simple a beginning Endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been And are being, evolved