By day we`re dormant
Because it`s too hot outside now
Nocturnal notions (as we leave or cocoons)
Antennae tuned to inuman vibrations
Shading the cities of the world to come
I listen to the sound, the endless construction
Inside the termite mound
I walked past the nursery
All the children have gone now
(The rules we taught them are what they`ve become)
Move past the people (they make me feel so indifferent)
Serving their purpose
It`s their purpose to serve
A thousand lights from this hneycombed labyrinth
These winding tunnels lead to my place of desire
Bars and bazaars of self-gratification
Live to consume
Live for momentary pleasures
I listen to the sound, the endless construction
Inside the termite mound.