Howling gale, acid rain
Snorting brick-dust like c**aine
Ragged flora catches light
Throwing profiles from a dead sun
Culture catches in the throat
Last gasp of the futile journalist
Fighting to shine and inspire
Failing to ignite the mind
Buildings crumble and fall
Industrial limbs proud and tall
Like pistons with clumsy fists
That pound into submission
This is the way it's meant to be
This is the way it's meant to be