In This landscape shaped by steel
We'll have our comeuppance
Things we believe to be real
Depends on our level of acceptance

Barriers of ignorance are stronger
Than those raised by culture

In this heady gran-prix
To feel no more pain
Our humanity vanish
No gain no blame

In this landscape of concrete and steel
We frame pictures of Rivers
In this jungle of eletric birds
We act like a frighten domestic beast