[Music: Patrick]      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      To our image and resemblance      [Solo: Pat]      Animals we did disguise      [Solo: Mat]      Behind a mask of intelligence      [Solo: Pat, Mat]      The beast can be sensed      [Solo: Pat, Mat]      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      Arisen, given speech      [Solo: Pat]      Made into flesh and blood      [Solo: Mat]      Given a script and a play      [Solo: Pat, Mat]      Characters (for which) higher will is reason      [Solo: Pat, Mat]