V1)
They built her out of iron and steam, put the pieces together in their dreams
The cost of life, the phantom wish we must possess and be, to simply be free
Yet they made time too fast, nothing able to last, everything set to be past,
And like a house of cards, one by one they fell, and not to which future we set sail,
I stand here in the middle of their creation, but we know god nor man will bring salvation,
V2)
And now the populous demands it's own destruction, it's a bleak picture of desperation,
What went so wrong, that no one nor nothing really belongs, and now even god must wonder how.
We stand on the alter of worship, but we have nothing to praise. Just an empy sky of light plays,
And I don't see the future coming to be, if we stay so empty, so bereft, not much joy or beauty left
I guess truth is, most life is born corrupt, without anything to offer but an end that is abrupt.
C)
And now we play in the neon forrest, trees alive with electricity, sky bright with prospertiy
And my eyes have never seen such a wondrous landscape, a blue lit dream from which we need no escape,
And time is forever, just like us, just like the magic bus, that carries us along, singing a happy song,
And my heart sings, of all the joy this moment brings, for only the end of this is the sting
V3)
