Uh... whatever.
We`ve taken care of everything, The words you hear, the songs you sing, The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes. It`s one for all and all for one, We work together common sons, Never need to wonder how or why.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx. Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx. All the gifts of life are held within our walls...
Edited by - Chupperson Weird on 10/19/2002 9:27:30 PM