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Look at the lights.
Radiant magnetics coming to life.
Overwhelming knowledge within your sights.
Will you use it to create or destroy?
Oh, Mister Scientist
What is your hypothesis?
Please extend your oxygen.
Tell me, do you see it all?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
Will you help me shape the world in my image?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
There's no room for morals anymore
We live or we die.
Our improprieties decease our pride.
Drown out the past and cover up our plights.
Don't you want to become a god?
Oh, Mister Scientist
What is your hypothesis?
Please extend your oxygen.
Tell me, do you see it all?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
Will you help me shape the world in my image?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
There's no room for morals...
We have lost!
We have lost our way, us fools of thought.
Our Fathers brace our spines with the load they brought.
Have we learned nothing?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
Will you help me shape the world in my image?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
There's no room for morals anymore
Build me up and tear me down
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I Used to Be A Scientist
05:14
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Look at the lights.
Radiant magnetics coming to life.
Overwhelming knowledge within your sights.
Will you use it to create or destroy?
Oh, Mister Scientist
What is your hypothesis?
Please extend your oxygen.
Tell me, do you see it all?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
Will you help me shape the world in my image?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
There's no room for morals anymore
We live or we die.
Our improprieties decease our pride.
Drown out the past and cover up our plights.
Don't you want to become a god?
Oh, Mister Scientist
What is your hypothesis?
Please extend your oxygen.
Tell me, do you see it all?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
Will you help me shape the world in my image?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
There's no room for morals...
We have lost!
We have lost our way, us fools of thought.
Our Fathers brace our spines with the load they brought.
Have we learned nothing?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
Will you help me shape the world in my image?
Create me! (Improve me!)
Exploit me! (Destroy me!)
There's no room for morals anymore
Build me up and tear me down
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