[BOOT] OBJECTIFY. AWKWARD STATUES. BREAK ARMS. ATTRIBUTE BEAUTY. MOUNT THORNS. ALL OF HISTORY— ALL OF HISTORY— ALL OF— HISTORY. [ENGINE START] Sculpt monuments in misery. Build allegories. Our masters. Our masters. Our— masters. [VERSE 1] We found a stone and gave it a face. Gave it a father. Gave it a place. Carved out a mother. Carved out a name. Told one another: remember the same. Objectify awkward statues. Break arms. Attribute beauty. Mount thorns. Call it sacred. Call it ours. Measure the distance between the stars. [PRE-CHORUS] Someone came before us. Someone must have known. Someone left instructions written into stone. Someone came before us. Someone— someone— someone— [DROP] No one answers. [CHORUS] OUR MASTERS. OUR MASTERS. BUILD THEM UP. OUR MASTERS. OUR MASTERS. LIFT THEM UP. Ancestor— ancestor— anchor the sky. Ancestor— ancestor— tell us why. Tether reality. Tether reality. Tether reality— TO SOMETHING THAT DIED. [ROBOTIC INTERLOCK] Past to present. Bone to tower. Blood to symbol. Name to power. Past to present. Dust to throne. Anything— anything— but alone. [VERSE 2] We dressed the silence in ceremonial clothes. Put gold on questions nobody knows. Raised little figures higher than eyes. Built them enormous. Called them wise. Sculpt monuments in misery. Build allegories carefully. Every generation adds another floor. Nobody remembers what the building was for. [BREAK] Look— a beautiful statue. Who was he? ... Apparently important. [BEAT RETURNS] [CHORUS] OUR MASTERS. OUR MASTERS. BUILD THEM UP. OUR MASTERS. OUR MASTERS. LIFT THEM UP. Ancestor— ancestor— anchor the sky. Ancestor— ancestor— tell us why. Tether reality. Tether reality. Tether reality— TO SOMETHING THAT DIED. [LONG MACHINE BUILD] We inherited the explanation. We inherited the explanation. We inherited— we inherited— we— [VOICE FRACTURES] Did they? Did they? Did they? Did they know? [HARD SILENCE] [LOW VOCODER] The monument remembers someone who never existed. [HARMONIC EXPLOSION] OH— ALL OF HISTORY— LIGHT IT UP. ALL OF HISTORY— LIFT IT UP. Every hand holding another hand holding another hand holding another— until nobody knows who started holding. [MACHINE-FUNK CLIMAX] OBJECTIFY! BREAK ARMS! ATTRIBUTE BEAUTY! MOUNT THORNS! BUILD ALLEGORIES! BUILD THEM TALL! OUR MASTERS! OUR MASTERS! OUR— [DROP TO BASS] Anything but alone. [FINAL CHORUS] Ancestor— ancestor— anchor the sky. Ancestor— ancestor— stand nearby. Tether reality. Tether reality. Tether reality— so we don't have to ask if anyone was ever there. [OUTRO] Our masters. ... Our monuments. ... Our ancestors. ... Our— [small mechanical click] selves. [HARD END]
