To Have Done What Must Be Lyrics


At the tail end of the quest to find or disprove the soul

Engines of creation, of our own making

This ethical equation

Totalitarian altruism

To have done what must be

Engines of creation, of our own making

Becomes a game of drones

When on the brink of a new discovery, question all possible outcomes

Participate in your own evolution

An exponential path to walk upon that disappears behind

There needn’t be a snake god lurking in the background

Occult obsessions are not likely at the heart of all conspiracies

Ectogenesis, the turning point (?) to create an artificial soul

Gods and kings, self corrupting

Playing a game of drones

Would there be some foresight?

A contingency, hidden from the arterial circuit