From the womb of time and space,
mankind was brought forth with a need in his veins.
He seeks for a god according to his desires,
like a captive bird
yearns to be free.
They cast their sweat to the dust,
they glorify this neon god they’ve made.
Like a majestic ice berg,
they placed it above many waters.
With the fire of a million ants,
they harken to it’s call.
They love the neon god of pleasure,
rather than their very own creator.