You can't repeat the past
Obey your narrator
The nameless lord of infrastructure
The city of the tomorrow
Requires sacrifice today

Accomplished by all means
Built in honor of holy engine
Man is the motor spirit
Eager to combust

Buy now and shape the land
Life is profit, death is liquid
Babylon to Manhattan
Life is profit, death is liquid

A great causeway
From the master
Lay down your souls
Greatness awaits
Rebuilt so often and often so well
The machine is satisfied, for now