Back at the begin­ning, I split myself in two
For the world was just too big to see with such a nar­row view.
The two that I became, they knew exactly what to do,
With another point of view around the world felt fresh and new.

The two that I became soon turned into three and four
I lived a life of peace, and never dreamed I’d start a war
I headed out across the land to con­quer and explore
But soon enough I felt the need to split myself some more

The thou­sands I became began to build their first machines
I started build­ing tiny boats to nav­i­gate the seas
I dreamed a few reli­gions, but they all dis­agreed
So then my new reli­gions started build­ing armies

My boats turned into bat­tle­ships, across the seas they raced
The sol­diers of myself all wore dis­guises on their face
The war engulfed the planet as my armies swept the land
I couldn’t see which side of me would gain the upper hand

The tiny lit­tle sol­diers were too small to under­stand
I made me fight against myself to find out who I am
I don’t feel that respon­si­ble, for how could I have known
The ene­mies I wiped away were sol­diers of my own

The win­ner of the war would know the shape of things to come
For they alone decide my fate when all is said and done;
I almost caught a glimpse of me, reflect­ing in the sun
but sud­denly the final sol­dier cursed what I’d become

I lost con­trol of every­thing, and I became con­fused
I waged a war against myself I never thought I’d lose
But right before I killed myself, I won­dered if they knew
That all along their Mighty God was just a point of view