I sing of the musenI sing of the musenMy oar strikes the seannI sing of the musenI sing of the musenMy oar strikes the seannChrist Christ can't save menChrist Christ ran from mennI'm facing the godsnI'm facing the godsnSo let the myth beginnnChrist Christ can't save menChrist Christ ran from mennI walked through the loneliest deserts for 40 days and 40 nights wondering if I'd find the family.nIn the pityless dunes of self doubt a choir of angels appeared at the four corners of my earthnnPart II of OriginnnBring meaning to my life bring darkness into lightnWere from the dust of stars how much truth is there to life?nWill the glories of Greece bring order to this life?nI myself when young did ask the saints of lifenThey said he wept for me a crown of shame for menWill the glories of Christ bring order to this life?nnCome walk the edge with mennThe glory of Greece destroyed by our fathersnMost have JerusalemnWho needs AthensnnThe storm of my birth the haze here afternMost have JerusalemnWho needs AthensnnCome walk the edge with menThe truth is lies in menThe force that forms and shapes brings order to this lifenNow ask your saints of lifenNow ask your saints of lifenn