When I see the towers fall,
It cannot be denied that,
As a spectacle,
It is a realisation of the mind.
You see, Im standing on a mountain top
And letting out a scream,
Its the language of the earth,
It is the language of the beasts.
Theres no point to look behind us,
We left the corpse behind,
Because flesh is weak and forms break down.
They cannot last forever.