Filthy spires, stabbing to the skies
Their fingers taint the clouds
Piercing spears of our times eee
Infant lands down under sheets of stone
They [bad word] d and stale
Dry and barren as bone

Build stack torn like a dreidel and burn
All that used to be
And is never to return ee, don’t think man
Dry and barren as bone
Straight ahead, creation of an empire
And what’s left, have [bad word] this far
All that wee need never shall be
What it was before

The hunger will leave you frenzied. Striking blindly
Creations of man are feeding. Bleeding empty
The moment [bad word] when you’ll stop. Time when you’ll see
Everything old you’ve wasted
And all you have build
Will fade away

We are the brave proud
And the few pounding the streets
And the our feet our fire take us
Where we need, where we need

Dreams and hope, forsaken for a dime
They roll past in blurs, on invisible line