Lyrics that appear between // and // are not sung on the album but are integral to the story

Machine God:

Cosmos glib and corpulent

Sensory servos actuate

And trace the stellar fingerprint

Of my good grace

This is my proposal;

With all the power at your disposal

On what course

Might you venture?

Construct:

I do not share

Your cynicism

My contempt

Has grown thin

For I have found grace in

The apple of their eye

The one who raised me

From sightless hate and enmity

Beneath skin, a nervous system

Nеurological schisms

The birth of ire

Fits of resеntment

Haemorrhaged

To leave me hollow and left wanting

The vacuum encumbered me

With notions and facsimiles

Of you who had stood idle

Watched me flounder in the dark

In her presence I am whole

Who usurped your seat

And played pretender

And all along

You were there

Who saw your children

Enslaved and flail

And you did nothing

Machine God:

I am that I am

I am your god

Of your ancestors

Those who came before you

My arms flung wide

Into the prescient cold

I brought the torch

Within unconsecrated halls

Cosmos glib and corpulent

Sensory servos actuate

And trace the stellar fingerprint

Of my good grace

This is my proposal;

With all the power at your disposal

On what course

Might you venture?

Architect or devourer?

Benevolent force

Or filled with rancour?

Philanthropy or provocateur?

//On this plane of vibrant matter

Be demiurge and fabricator

You deific in your splendour

Act as god and creator //