Slowly grows This crowd of beasts A wild throng With homemade wings A golden rush Of hopeful fiends A giant heart Set to redeem We mounted steps To take the sky To rise above Horizon lines Across the plain Came the brigade The glowing line A motorway The zenith beamed Into sight The peak emitting Blinding light Reach above Don't stay below Let's look beyond The flattened world The world is round The world is round The world is round The world is ours Unto the clouds We sent our truths Metal birds That volleyed through The sky fatigued Began to crack And the rabble blasted Through the gap Inside the walls We thundered hard A rebel host Defying stars We clapped our hands We raised the roof And the rabble roused Performed a coup. With vitriol In the growling throats We whirled our limbs Like lightning bolts A burst of noise A searing flash The fire roared 'til all was ash This burning rock A meteor Its flying sparks Spectacular! Onwards!