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