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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