You, are becoming gods
There's a new master of creation, and it's you!
You've unravelled DNA, and at the same time you're cultivating bacteria strong enough to kill every living thing!
Do you think you are ready for that much power?
You lot?
You lot?
Cheeky bastards
You're running around science like kids with guns, creating a new world, while the world you've got is stinking, but, hands up, hands up anyone who thinks you've got it right
Yeah, there's always one
I can see you
If you want the position of God then take the responsibility