Etched in digital stone This voice has found a home Inside your head What can be said To a computer grown Brains wrapped up in bone Open up your ears How do you hear Put away those books Take a long look Who grew your hands Who writes your plans Who through your eyes Sees these blue skies Who made all this Take a wild guess
You are god
Ages untold Found us all controlled Priest, president, king, czar Told us what we are This is no more Broke down their door No more mind cage In this now age