We bear the image of God. Created language and time. So how come I feel pale and simian, strapped and weak? And I'll do anything you say. We are destroyers of worlds. We've conquered beauty and pain. So what's wrong with me? Safe and stupid, I spill my drink. And I'll do anything you say. And now they're building on Mars. We bridge the milky way. I really believe I've got nobody else to blame. And I, I'll do anything you say. Fire. Wheel. Steam. Me.