'30 years ago, society believed
that no price was to high,
we thought that industry [bad word] 
at any cost. We cannot afford to pay
that price any more.'
So finally my journey ends
And through this wound
my soul can mend
Guilt is my blood
I'm being drained
This is my home, I will stay...
...inside!
There's always someone inside
Fighting to get outside
The knowing-right-from-wrong side
Our home is inside!
I've travelled the world around
In search for some Grail of mine
How could I be so blind?
It was always here:inside
I have only some weeks to give
But at last... I live
[D. Gildenlow]
Life's just a line of situations
matter of occasions
And mystic correlations
The work of a Machine!
[D.Gildenlow/Hallgren]
[Hallgren]
Here in a world split to nations
We fail to see the relations
Between the Wheel and the Machine
And of the scars we're leaving...
...inside!
I swear there's someone inside
Fighting to get outside
Just give it all an hour
By the Concrete Lake!
[D.Gildenlow/Hallgren]
'I dread the day my children will ask
me why. I dread the day when I will
have to explain to them that people
thought it was acceptable to destroy
the environment so that we could
have jobs. I dread the day I will
have to explain to my bright-eyed
Joshua, who talks to dogs and listens
to the grass screaming, that we were
all to busy driving fast [bad word] 
our children off to day-care, and
finding seniors' homes to our
grandparents and listening to the
ringing of cash registers.
We were all too busy to hear the
grass screaming.'