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.