There is a way   That seems right to a Man   But in the end leads to destruction   There is a means   A means set to it's end   Fulfilment found finds destruction.   And there's no other way   Within distance of our Reasoning   And there's no other way   Save sweet surrender,   Every tower that we build   In the name of Mind and power of Man   Will be levelled to the ground   Leaving us render, a call for sweet surrender.   Remember the thoughts of yester-Man    easy come, easy go, easy gone.