Can we see the new results of this constant reverienCan we come up with new insults while we're sleepingnBy the pound, by the second we design ourselvesnAlign our shelves with obediencenIn due time we assign a new influencenTo the new sciencenEven though we don't know its name anymorennCould you be an astronaut in the center of the earthnCould we make a new machine to stopnThis old machine from giving birthnIn our minds we make time for the candidatesnTo satiate our contingenciesnAnd make our final pleasnTo the gods we invented for the new intakenOh, for heaven's sakenEven though we don't know their names anymore