[Intro]
"30 years ago, society believed that no price was to high, we thought that industry could come at any cost. We cannot afford to pay that price any more."

[Verse 1]
So finally my journey ends
And through this wound my soul can mend
Guilt is my blood
I'm being drained
This is my home, I will stay inside
There's always someone inside
Fighting to get outside
The knowing-right-from-wrong side
Our home is inside

[Verse 2]
I've travelled the world around
In search for some grail of mine
How could I be so blind?
It was always here, inside
I have only some weeks to give
But at last I live

[Verse 3]
Life's just a line of situations
A matter of occasions
And mystic correlations
The work of a machine
[Verse 4]
Here in a world split to nations
We fail to see the relations
Between the wheel and the machine
And of the scars we're leaving inside
I swear there's someone inside
Fighting to get outside
Just give it all an hour
By the concrete lake

[Verse 5]
The higher I am reaching, the closer to the sun
The more I learn, the less I know for sure
For each machine I'm leaving, I find a bigger one
For each step I turn wiser than before...
But it's burning me…

[Outro]
"I dread the day my children will ask me why. I dread the day when I will have to explain to them that people thought it was acceptable to destroy the environment so that we could have jobs. I dread the day I will have to explain to my bright-eyed Joshua, who talks to dogs and listens to the grass screaming, that we were all to busy driving fast cars, rushing our children off to day-care, and finding seniors' homes to our grandparents and listening to the ringing of cash registers

We were all too busy to hear the grass screaming."