there a world who's smiling facewas spinning in circles out in spaceon the day that the architectshave caused their plague of stoneturn the ancient land to streetspiral tower high defeats usbursting out, standing tallin lands we call our ownburst the dams with tidal wavesof twisting walls, each brick in placeinto the dizzy heights the chasebut swaying in the windtearing, clawing, burning downmountains hammered to the groundbuilding cities, building townsnot an inch of land unturnedstill stand the eyes of allgazing to the skiesbreathless and still none the wiseof what they've really donelooking back to see the pastthey win the race yet finish lastyou suffer from the spell they've castspiral tower standing highsmashing all it passes byearth lies bleeding starts to cryno one cared to knowmoney, greed sees falling treesall dropping to their sickly kneesfound no cure for this diseasenowhere left to goiron bars and bricks of stonehave left the earth picked to the boneracing higher to the starsthe architects ariseshattering the skyto stand a thousand miles highas the shaking spiral towerstarts to fall to their surpriseburning are the eyeswider just to see the skiesout of breath, none the wiseof what they've really donea million light years from the pastwe're stepping forward, moving backthere it falls to dieto be born again