(Jennings/Dorrian)
Lack-lustre vacuum magnetises the land, scopeless material in ruthless demand, concrete
spectacle superficially grand, divine animation buried in sand
Chorus :
We?ll rise from the ashes of stagnation, crystal warriors of damnation
Nullified grafters manufactured from the womb, out of the repro-clinic into household tom
Drag the nothing tiring through coal-dark underground, drive the wheels of iron round and
round
Repeat chorus
Scouring eyes sear through that book of lies, and to the truth, well our search is dignified
Whilst the yawny drone of physical machinery march in robot mode to terminal destiny
Microscopic observance, forsaken innerland, spiritual inertia, absorbed in blanc, well our
significance shan?t sink in their charade, Rcos through their drab pantomine I say we?re
gonna ride !
Chorus