As time’s rushing onward and we’re watching from above Building machinery, we are miniaturized A crowd of engineering bugs, in coarse and noisy towers Where’s the queen of the hive?
Forces, inertia, gravitation, Logical laws, flawless equations Relentless in communication Mindless voices will chant:
This is the making of the world Man building roads and walls Breathing life in new layers of existence Digital kingdoms This is the making of the world Black mirrors, delicate tapestry (The) weaving spider is the lord of cities
“The noise fades out, the swarm grows still Just a few more hundred years It mellows down, ready for my work To and fro, I draw”
As time’s rushing onward, rumour travels faster than light Until the source is dry, until the signal dies
Forces, inertia, gravitation, Logical laws, flawless equations Relentless in communication Mindless voices still chant:
This is the making of the world Man building roads and walls Breathing life in new layers of existence Digital kingdoms This is the making of the world Black mirrors, delicate tapestry (The) weaving spider is the lord of cities
“For me Babylon was built, And still men build cities for me to usher in posterity”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
