They swallowed it whole, they went for the gold for the gold
We fall for the same lies, we all have the same shoes to fit
The preachers and books of your empire will fight here alone
Some day they will be forgotten and die one by one

The walls the walls [bad word] down, the here and now [bad word] round
It will some day let you down
The ships the ships [bad word] in, the great ideas are wearing thin
There is nothing left to do

For atoms have gone as far as atoms will go
Your books write themselves, they line up in row after row

The walls the walls [bad word] down, the here and now [bad word] round
It will some day let you down
The ships the ships [bad word] in, the great ideas are wearing thin
There is nothing left to do