In my life on earth
The things I have invented have invented me
I've found my industry

And I am not alone
I've fashioned friends from precious scraps
They hold the light, they bend to serve me
Joking that they don't deserve me

After days of craft and care
I lift a sword and slice the air
Such has been my time upon this Earth
This Earth

When my wife returns
More beautiful than when she left the night before
I show her things I made

A filigree of ferns
Diamond snowflakes, tears of gold
She murmurs praise, a small caress
I smile to see her happiness

Silver webs with sanded grain
That catch and hold real drops of rain
Such has been my toil upon this Earth
This Earth

When I'm feeling vexed
I go upstairs and bury something deep
Then stand back and push a button
From a distance watch the earth explode
This Earth

I love this land of mortal men
They wake to know the fire again
The things we make, the things we feel
Armor plates and molten steel
All of these inventions of the Earth
This Earth