He's the cosmic personality with an adage for the age Reformulating galaxies, outshining every sage A media-mad physicist redesigning earth Reinventing gravity, playing God at birth
Matter's just an energy, curving space and time A metaphysic notion he measures with his mind His system makes more sense if you sweep aside the truth Even flaws and absurdities are never absolute
On his deathbed, a final flash, all the stars aligned Wondrous in a field of blunders, you'd recognize the signs A truly universal hope for humans growing small Eclipsing war and peace and the secrets of the all
The wonder drug he offers allows your thoughts to flow Everything is relative and all the bottles glow Charismatic narcissists refute his every claim Seeking a single theory for hope and love and shame
