I'm building a body
From balsam and ash
I'm building a body with
No god attached.
I'm building a body
From blueprints in Braille
I'm building a body
Where our design has failed.
There's a book full of plans
At the feet of poor Atlas
t**led 'For Man'
But the architects
Only drew blanks,
Now there's nowhere to go
But go back, go back,
Go back, go back.
From balsam and ash
I'm building a body with
No god attached.
I'm building a body
From blueprints in Braille
I'm building a body
Where our design has failed.
There's a book full of plans
At the feet of poor Atlas
t**led 'For Man'
But the architects
Only drew blanks,
Now there's nowhere to go
But go back, go back,
Go back, go back.