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