(How can you expect to defeat me, when you are but a man?)nnWe are searching for technologynThe fate in our handsnWe want to be intelligentnThe future has no endnOur product has high qualitynImportant for our landnA progress for the industrynAnd we like to presentnnOne day we will defeat the timenIn the moment that we feel like birds in skynOne day the time will come to flynInto the past, into the future, into declinennWe are deforming the velocitynNo pangs of consciencenWe want to be successfullynThe aim is in near distancenThe result of a prodigynBut force fields breaking downnLoss of orbital gravitynSolutions must be found