[Verse 1: Andrew Wells]
Oh, my friend
Look at what we've built
Hermetic sanctuaries from all our pain and guilt
They say it comes in waves
The swell and the receding
As you and I both know
These weighted thoughts are never fleeting

[Verse 2: Andrew Wells]
This great exchange (Who will proceed us)
Our egos displaced (When we fade away)
Life rearranged (To prove it's not pointless)
Providence interlaced (So that we can stay)

[Verse 3: Andrew Wells]
You claim to be a martyr but your hands are far too clean
You claim to be a martyr but your hands are far too clean

[Outro: Andrew Wells]
These post-modern methods have done us all in
We've lost sight of the function, now where to begin?