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He's the high priest of the future Controlled experiments are his specialty Sewing up questions with mental sutures Trying to make some sense out of reality A renaissance man Tearing himself from The Rock A renaissance man Tearing himself from The Rock It's from "star stuff" that he's made It's the cosmos that gave him life How does that help him feed the poor How does that help him love his wife He's cast away all thoughts of heaven His science is full of preconceptions His answers make me ask more questions How many can wait on evolution He needs to live On the sides of the north In the city of Reformation That's where he'll find his life Aus Songtexte Mania