Subways rumbling through the night
Flashing rows of neon lights
People with no place to go
Rushing madly to and fro
Shrine where all the nameless robots
Paying homage to their concrete idols
Stop and pass the time of day
Between the canyon walls of stone and steel
The misers count their gold
And wish the world would spin the other way
Silver metals speaking, shouting
Talking loud but saying nothing
Sounds of hungry children crying
Drownded out by cannons firing
As the giant with the passive face
Manipulates his toys
And one by one they're trampled in the mud
The High Priest and the Sacrificial Counsel
Cast among them to demand
Another sacrifice of blood
