Now in the roar of machinery I hear a sighing "Please remember what came before." Now in the murky streets I hear a sighing "Please remember this was our home." Desperation and hunger among the stumps Covered in sludge from where you crawled ashore Insistently yelling the loudest boasts Rather than "Thank you." the voices say "More." Now a pile of mud and bones beneath Layer after layer of naive hope And waking up again in a short-sighted youth Ten thousand years forgotten And now in the roar of machinery I hear a sighing "Please remember what came before." Now in the murky streets I hear a sighing "Please remember this was our home."