Endless miles of concrete, infinite tons of asphalt
Lifeless pavement getting rougher lately
In the distance you can see so faintly

Empty towers of granite stretching up above the planet
Face it, all of us are here together
Don't tell me that we're trapped forever

In desperate need of breath with hope the weak may breathe
What makes you think you're free, ooh when you're in desperate need?

Ill wind sounding thunder turbulent angry vapor
We are prisoners of our own behavior
Born of flesh through pain and labor

Now let it be understood
Idols carved of wood offer convenient wings

Now let it be understood
Idols carved of wood offer convenient wings

Crowds of lonely faces vanishing open spaces
We are threatened by those around us
Sheltered by those who are closest

In desperate need of warmth, with hope the cold will leave
What makes you think you're free when you're in desperate need?