Once we looked to the heavens and trusted the plan, A spark of the spirit innate in the man. From the cry of the beast in the shadow of night, To the primitive soul reaching out for the light. We fashioned a Providence drawn in our face, And rested our hearts in the comfort of grace. Through prophets and ages, an instinct so deep, A comforting vision to guide and to keep. But the downfall begins when the spirit goes blind, When the soul is eclipsed by the cold, waking mind. We traded the abstract for things we could weigh, And the gods of the ancients were crumbling to clay. Oh, the world we are building with intellect's pride, Is a kingdom of matter where the spirit has died. The rhythm of progress, the wheels turning fast, A concrete tomorrow discarding the past. We mastered the oceans, the skies, and the earth, And stripped the divine of its meaning and worth. No living creator, no purpose, no soul, Just atoms and chance spinning out of control. We claim we’re the only intelligent spark, On a lifeless rock drifting alone in the dark. For the downfall begins when the spirit goes blind, When the soul is eclipsed by the cold, waking mind. We traded the abstract for things we could weigh, And the gods of the ancients were crumbling to clay. Oh, the world we are building with intellect's pride, Is a kingdom of matter where the spirit has died. We tasted the fruit from the Knowledge tree's bough, And became like the makers of here and of now. We push every button, we conquer the night, But lost the eternal, the source of the light. With engines of fire, we learned how to kill, A cosmic unconsciousness bending our will. The price of our science, the ultimate cost, A mastery gained, but humanity lost. No spiritual compass, no moral to guide, Just the ash of our triumphs, the swell of our tide. The fruit has been eaten, the prophecy clear, The downfall of all that we used to hold dear. We mastered the elements, but the spirit has fled... We are kings of the world, but we're worshipping dead. Yes, we're kings of the world... but the spirit is dead.
