Beyond the boundaries of the City walls The landscape shudders as it waits In trepidation of the tidal wave That piles its pressure on the gates It flows unchecked across Antarctica And mingles with the Equatorial Seas Nature cringes with its hands above its head To fend off the lightning blows it deals The 'running man' so small and lost in these lands Afraid of scale danger and change Seeks safety in numbers, refuge in sabotage Sticking pins in the heels of a giant to see what remains And as the artificial light, pours onto the streets of our Ghost towns Man fights his wars to keep them lit (...as beacons to his sh**) Burns the deserts, with the philosophy of a Viking madman
And melts the ice to cover it Domicile - Earth Dwellers Where do you run to now? (x2) We wrote the script for two minutes of the planets' life And discarded half the cast Catalogues of extinction Volumes of destruction In our promised land Worried that the good times might not last Like Rome before the fall Civilization...(sitting on the edge) Eats, drinks and is merry, tomorrow it dies White moss prepares for its invasion of the acidic waters In the stinking oceans And no one will record our cries Outside the light is growing dim again Temperature drops below the line Nothing moves in the haze of the boiling orange Sun Evaporated Domicile (x2)