Cosmic chance, the world's creation
Debris from which the Earth was born
Burst in a most hostile manner
Destruction just a forming matter

Man's existence measurable
In Deep Time's awful endless while
By arm's length, so very short:
A stroke of a fingernail's file

And look how much archieved within
Such an unsignificant whim
And look how much has science brought
And what the cost of faith has bought

This is man, in script and word
A mammal flying as a bird
And like a fish beneath the waves
It's space for which it thenceforth craves

On planes of Mars there's exploration
'neath Earth's mountains is a station
Science moves towards the next
Chapter in man's final text

The Large Hadron Collider
Mighty this Man-made machine
And the chances likely
Nothing bigger will be seen

Higgs-Boson wished to detect
Who knows a New Manhattan Project
Financed by the banks of war
In the name of science and lore

They don't know the outcome
Black Hole Factory: A ridicule
Planetary annihilation:
"Totally miniscule"

Welcome to the infernal machine
The bigest man has ever seen
Prosperity goes at a cost
And maybe soon all will be lost

The Large Hadron Collider
Mighty this man-made machine
And the chances likely
Nothing bigger will be seen

We stand, we watch, we wait
They work in their laboratory
Building the Black Hole Factory
The last mankind might ever see.