'I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky [bad word] one, merging 
Into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as 
They trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, 
Just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple 
Paper in the evening.

'My friend Jon always said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric domes of the Outer 
Planets. We have had peace since 2062, when the surviving planets were banded together under 
The Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new moons.
I believed what I was told. I thought it was a good life, I thought I was happy. Then I found 
Something that changed it all...'

[I. Overture]

And the meek shall inherit the earth...

[II. Temples of Syrinx]

...'The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I 
Have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated 
And directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by 
The benevolent wisdom of the priests...'

We've taken care of everything
The words you hear, the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It's one for all and all for one
We work [bad word] sons
Never need to wonder how or why

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our [bad word] fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls

Look around at this world we've made
Equality our stock in [bad word] and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh, what a nice, contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our [bad word] fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls

[III. Discovery]

'...Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I 
Found it. I [bad word] away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in 
My hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful...'

'...I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound 
Differently. As I [bad word] the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds 
And soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait 
To tell the priests about it!...'

What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It's got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?

See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out it's pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain

I can't wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see it's light
Let them all make their own music
The Priests praise my name on this night

[IV. Presentation]

'...In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, 
Expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed 
Throughout the silent Temple Hall...'

'...Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection! 
Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground 
My precious [bad word] to splinters beneath his feet...'

I know it's most unusual [bad word] before you so
But I've found an ancient miracle
I thought that you should know
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you

Yes, we know, it's not...