You push the button and we'll do the rest There are things that I just cannot explain to you And those that I hope I don't ever have to The exotic sound of data storage Nothing like it First thing in the morning Bastard latin That's the best thing for it

What is this world, what is this we've created In the burdens of this life I cannot rest This world means nothing Everything we hold will pass away With a void of completion comfort will ever fade I long for this wind to cease We once held undying