It's another heroes' sunset. I'm riding on the Great North Road. Coiled and tensed in wonder. As the land turns burning gold. Out in the sun, out in the wind.
Well we know what makes the flowers grow but we don't know why. And we all have the knowledge of DNA but we still die. We perch so thin and fragile here upon the land.
I felt a shiver in the heat-haze and the waiting time is over. Strange tongues on the airwaves as the voices call from distant lands. I saw which was the winning side but still I joined the other.
Gather round and listen and I'll tell you how's it's done. How they manage to make idiots out of everyone. Take a human population with their hunger and their pain.