[bad word] with me and soon prepare to pass 
Through the beautiful gates of symbolic conviction 
That challenged the reign. 
Stay with me, don't be afraid to believe 
In man's infinite search for the [bad word] in his world 
And hit right to portray the romantic face of legend 
And life. 

Take my hand. I have walked this way before 
The essence of man is at war with the spirit 
Yet knocking at its door. 
Don't let go in this imminent confusion 
For tyranny's son will be threatened by one 
Who would challenge their delusion. 
Look inward, at the secret world within 
To bring the arrival of freedom and knowledge 
The mind denies to give. 
Death and honor are thought to be the same; 
The rebellious nature of man and society 
 [bad word] in his game. 
No one will confess to this irreverent heresy, 
As the witness is falling, someone is 
Calling me closer to the dream. 

Sent to live and sent to testify. 
It is not found in life by adapting for form, 
But by adapting within us. 
Sent give, empowered to impart the imperishable 
Word. 
Unto all it's sincere aspirants of [bad word]  

The time [bad word] and so the band played on 
To offer a prayer for the rising aware that will 
Soon touch the robe and gaze 
At the stare of this Saviour Machine.