Ab integro
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 Why cannot man also fly
 We're chained down to the earth
 Not like birds in the sky
 Soaring from birth
 Devices of destruction, Devices of death
 Find out their construction
 Give them life, give them breath

 Which God may I thank
 Making art from a canvas blank
 Paintings from the holy book
 Depicting Christ and the chance he took
 Oh, tell me

 When will you ever learn
 the true depths of my work
 Future is my concern
 You know art is my church

 Gaze inside the quest of man
 And find a new machine
 I learn everything I can
 Dig it up, cut it clean
 Always tried my very best
 To find what lies within
 Put myself to the test
 Judge me not, it's not a sin

 Which God may I thank
 Making art from a canvas blank
 Paintings from the holy book
 Depicting Christ and the chance he took
 Oh, tell me

 When will you ever learn
 the true depths of my work
 Future is my concern
 You know art is my church
 When I'm dead and I'm gone
 Will you remember me?
 I've seen beyond the sun
 Reinventing machines

 Ab antiquo
 Ab integro
 Audi vide
 Tace si vis vivere in pace