Light ConstruKction
King Crimson Lyrics

Pain day sky beauty die black joy
The beauty of the sky is lost in pain and sadness, causing joy to disappear and be replaced by darkness and death.

Love empty day life die pain passion
Love is empty and devoid of passion, causing a day to feel like a lifeless eternity filled with pain and sorrow.

Joy black day hate beauty die life
Hatred poisons every moment of a once-beautiful day, leaving life to wither and joys to turn black and fade away.

Joy ache empty day pain die love
Even love can't fill the emptiness of a day where joy is replaced by ache and pain that ultimately drains away love.

Passion joy black light
Passion and joy shine through the darkness, like a black light revealing hidden beauty.

And if God is dead what am I, A fleck of dirt on the wing of a fly Hurtling to earth Through a hole in the sky A hole in the sky
In the absence of God, one's insignificance and fragility become apparent, like a speck of dirt falling from the sky through a hole that leads to an uncertain fate.

And if Warhol's a genius, what am I, A speck of lint on the penis of an alien Buried in gelatin Beneath the sands of Venus
Compared to someone as great as Warhol, one may feel insignificant and pointless, like a tiny speck of lint on an alien's anatomy buried beneath the sand on Venus.

Time sun hurt trust peace dark rage
Time continues to pass, bringing with it hurts, doubts, and darkness that can fuel rage and undermine trust and peace.

Sad white rain sun anger hurt soft
Sadness descends like white rain, followed by anger that hurts, but only serves to make one's heart soft and open to new experience.

Trust night rage rain white hope dark
At night, trust can be hard to come by, and rage often follows the rain, but in the darkness, there is still hope that shines like a bright light.

Sacred sun time trust hurt rage anger
The sun, a sacred symbol of time, can be a source of trust, but also hurt, rage, and anger.

Rain white light
Rain, though often associated with darkness and gloom, can still reveal the beauty of white light that shines through the drops.

And if a bird can speak, who once was a dinosaur, And a dog can dream; should it be implausible That a man might supervise The construction of light The construction of light
If nature can produce such wonders as a bird that speaks and a dog that dreams, then why would it be impossible for a human to create something as amazing as the construction of light?