2112: I. Overture; II. The Temples of the Syrinx; III. Discovery; IV. Presentation; V.Oracle: The Dream; VI. Soliloquy; VII. Grand Finale

...'The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I|have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated|and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by|the benevolent wisdom of the priests...'||We've taken care of everything|The words you read, 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||Look around at this world we've made|Equality our stock in trade|Come and join the Brotherhood of Man|Oh, what a nice, contented world|Let the banners be unfurled|Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand||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|