Black steel skeleton penetrates the haze

You are foundation, firmly planted in dirt

They've broken their necks, now they're sleeping in graves

They've broken their necks, still they feel compelled

To look up, look out and return to ground

A sky scraper is ambition

And sweet victory is the sweetest poison

Under the brickwork lies a structure of hurt

And stress points scream bearing friction of steel on steel

They shoot up, shoot out, and return to ground

And the vision is concrete

And this city's become overgrown with weeds

And it doesn't matter how you play the game

It's what game you play

Pulling up weeds has been pulling on you

But your head is a cloud

Skyscraper ambitions aren't feeding on fools

They're feeding on you