To Have Done What Must Be Lyrics

At the tail end of the quest to find or disprove the soul

Engines of creation, of our own making

This ethical equation
Totalitarian altruism
To have done what must be

Engines of creation, of our own making
Becomes a game of drones

When on the brink of a new discovery, question all possible outcomes
Participate in your own evolution
An exponential path to walk upon that disappears behind

There needn’t be a snake god lurking in the background
Occult obsessions are not likely at the heart of all conspiracies
Ectogenesis, the turning point (?) to create an artificial soul

Gods and kings, self corrupting
Playing a game of drones

Would there be some foresight?
A contingency, hidden from the arterial circuit