Son the Father - Live

Father, father, come see what I've built
 Made civilization out of the Nile silt
 Built your monuments out of my brother's bones
 Exalted your words in flesh-bound tomes
 It's hard enough being born in the first place
 Who would ever want to be born again?
 It's taken this long just to get to this place
 So what's the point in ever being born again?
 Papa, papa, come and watch me play
 The whole world before me I laid to waste
 Built Jerusalem out of these hidden worlds
 But I won't share it with the other boys and girls
 It's hard enough being born in the first place
 Who would ever want to be born again?
 It's taken this long just to get to this place
 So what's the point in ever being born again?
 More embarrassed than I'd hope to admit
 The living embodiment of perfect
 A reversed Oedipal complex
 Based on power and not on the sex
 Daddy, daddy, are you proud of me?
 I did it all for you because of what I believe
 The sins of the father carried out by the son
 From Cain and Abel until the last living life is done
 It's hard enough being born in the first place
 Who would ever want to be born again?
 It's taken this long just to get to this place
 So what's the point in ever being born again?
 Again we stand slack-jawed
 As our fates are moved by the hand of God, of God, of God, of God, of God
 A God is what we see
 As we stare into his Papal eyes