Black steel skeleton penetrates the haze   You are foundation, firmly planted in dirt   They've broken their necks, now they're sleeping in graves   They've broken their necks, still they feel compelled   To look up, look out and return to ground   A sky scraper is ambition   And sweet victory is the sweetest poison   Under the brickwork lies a structure of hurt   And stress points scream bearing friction of steel on steel   They shoot up, shoot out, and return to ground   And the vision is concrete   And this city's become overgrown with weeds   And it doesn't matter how you play the game   It's what game you play   Pulling up weeds has been pulling on you   But your head is a cloud   Skyscraper ambitions aren't feeding on fools   They're feeding on you