How many millennia beneath my feet?
Grass mown down, houses constructed
4 billion years in my very own street
Where lava once cooled where the land erupted

A new shopping outlet – fulfil my addiction
Lay down cement, lay down stones..,
A war fought here once with great affliction
I’m walking on skulls, walking on bones

Move into the future, our digital souls
Burn all the books, no need for shelves
Throw all the history upon the roasting coals
Hide your shame in fire, forget about yourselves…


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