The Space Race

Search you'll find no flies
 On a parabol this size no you won't
 With all our flagrant passes
 We incur upon the people
 To privatize the monuments
 And publicize that steeples don't hurt anymore
 Then they used to hurt
 Race the ramparts high
 'neath the canopy of lies as it were
 Amidst the subtle traces
 Whether particle or bone
 We detect a weakness, yes
 The sense we have honed don't work anymore
 And they used to work
 Amidst the subtle traces
 Whether particle or bone
 We detect a weakness, yes
 The sense we have honed don't work anymore
 Then they used to work
 One could say we've lost the space race
 One could say we've lost the space race
 One could say we've lost the space race
 And another one could say we're won