there's a man on a chair in top of a tower

and he sits and he waits as the bricks turn to powder

and he's waiting for a time when its safe to come down

his life and his mind resonates with the sound

of the people blasted people with there hate and there fear

telling him the his brilliance is the devils ways quite clear

and they chase him and they tell him that he'll never get away

but he's hiding in the tower and he needs to find a way

and the chalk on the floor from the equations wiped in vain

make a circle round the tower and it keeps the crowed at bay

so he works to find a meaning and he needs another wake

but the message is priori and the morel is at stake

so he toils on the formula to silence sin and saint

he must prove that there is nothing so that he can see the fate

and as he does the sounds of screaming up and deafen to a raise

and he proves the world is nothing but wave in mind of sage

and he makes a few revisions to the book and sines the page

it was done and he concluded that the world will cleanse in blaze

and proclaims let there be light and then book burns in to place

and to find out what's in side it is the challenge that we face