Is the platform really moving
Or is it just the train
That makes these days go speedily by?
Is this massive city wired and grooving?
Do we vibrate to a unique tempo
Or is our status as the nucleus feined?
Can't it be that the
Dust and the sludge
That we drudge through daily
Is the reason why
Our heads r'bout to break
Our backs r'bout to crack
And our hearts are strained and ailing?
And haven't you noticed
That your wishes and dreams
Of making it in the mecca,
In the concrete-grappling-grind,
That's gonna make you so much money
And hold so much promise,
Where you swear everything happening happens
Is only here just to get you over
To the life you see in your mind?