歌词
Both far and wide, he makes the journey,
Chasing thoughts of experimental purpose.
His madness is deep within,
Exploriing ways to dissect the things that make us.
It goes on and on and on,Invisible hands guide his work.
It goes on and on and on,In his books, he writes the unheard.
From the vessel to the vile, each drop from life is pure.
But the Alchemist mixes elements, conjuring both curse and cure.
And though illusions hides the answers we are shown,
He opened the doors to the unknown.
Chants of words unspoken, break the silence of the air.
Harmony gets lost within his metabolic stare.
Through experiments and trials, he's lost his way.
He paints his canvas, made from strands of DNA.
And it burns inside, he yearns to write his own epitath.
Here lies a man of science, both a scholar and a Psychopath.
These things just should not be,
Mixing elements may just bring disaster.
Maybe they should stay a mystery,
Undiscovered and not followed after.
It goes on and on and on, He pushes for results that others shun,
It goes on and on and on, Dissecting life and death for fun.
His mind races, every thought towards the unknown.
Moving around the blocks of life, pursuing this madness alone.
He weaves a thread, that is tied to cold desire,
In the midst of a vision, is where the sickness inspired.
A man of change, that transcends his own beliefs.
One that stands alone, in the ashes of failure, he greives.
Playing God, he pushes the natural line,
Sacrificing sanity in pursuit of his own design.
And they sing his song, tales of the answers that he may have found.
Here lies a man of science, took his secrets into the ground.
What did he see, what did he know??
Through experiments and trials, he's lost his way.
He paints his canvas, made from strands of DNA.
And it burns inside, he yearns to write his own epitath.
Here lies a man of science, both a scholar and a Psychopath.