Looking from the summit of Olympus
Down at the surface of a planet full of misfits (huh)
I am just another silly insect
Wrapped in a jacket made of flesh, where the soul's kept (the soul)
Descended from a long line of slaves
Fear, thirst and lust; our shackles and chains (damn)
Wondering what could be the meaning of this
Why are we fiending for a reason just to breed and exist (who knows)
It seems like a damn shame
So much potential locked down in our membranes (I know that's right)
Still there's so much drama in the universe
Trying to see this life as a gift, but I'm feeling cursed
What's worse, there's no communicating
This feeling that I'm feeling, which I'm fearing is the touch of Satan (brrr)
So cold, makes my soul cry
That's why you spy these tears falling from my...

I, the master of a thousand states of mind
I, the magnum opus of immaculate design
I, descended from the fire in the sky
Whom all the gods defy, there's none greater than I

Ok, the first verse was a little depressing
But I'm stressing that I'm really not progressing
Wrestling with ideas, like I'm just wasting time
I mean, I spent so many years on this mountain climb
But still I don't know
If the path I'm on leads to the place that I need to go
Hazarding guesses in the shadow of the Valley of Death
My destination, the lost tomb of Imhotep
Still haven't found it yet
As my feet bring me closer to my grave with every step
Every breath is harsh and painful
Maintaining so the belly of the beast remains full
What's it all for, who's to blame
For the confusion, illusions of grandeur and gain
Don't know why we all comply
It seems to be insanity with a capital...

I, the master of a thousand states of mind
I, the magnum opus of immaculate design
I, descended from the fire in the sky
Whom all the gods defy, there's none greater than I

Now I'm far from an idealist
But these circumstances can't be that hard to deal with
Filled with desires passed down through the ages
Carved into stone, scratched down onto pages
Nary a word about wages, God
Trying to break even, but it feels so odd
Is there really nothing greater than this
Or is it silly such a question doesn't cease and desist
Just look at the landscape
Can't take your eyes off the things that man makes
Damn apes, raised from obscurity
Trapped in reality, saved by immaturity
What dreams may come from the ones
That fought the caves depths to bathe in the golden Sun
So even when the gods try to defy
Their wrath will not match the math of one such as...

I, the master of a thousand states of mind
I, the magnum opus of immaculate design
I, descended from the fire in the sky
Whom all the gods defy, there's none greater than I