LRC歌词
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
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
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
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
文本歌词
Let there be the artPainful urge to create in all matter embodiedLet there be the stars to sign the workFor earthbound creation to worship whenThey'll start gazing upwardLet there be light glowing from a farLike a blasting horn bellows forth our comingDivine architecture drawn onto the veil of existenceYour very existence by sole will conceivedSince the first cell divided itselfProvided the canvas for the work to bloomUntil the time came to make apes into menA sorry pinnacle drawn to regressionCreation you self-predacious kindThe canvas you stained in majestic idiocyFor eons all was miscomprehendedOfferings slain for heaven granted better harvestsTo vultures aloneCreatures so unfit for libertyAlways at war to force-feed a vision of divinityManipulating holinessYou see evil in all sensesBlindly guessing the why you've been
