Lyrics
Hate the anthill of the town one to be tired of
Grades of the gray and the brown only the colors to know
Tons of the metal are running rattle of wheels on the rails
Scurrying crowds underground, nonsense of tiring race
Time in this place never moving the endless day on the round
Law of the darkness is ruling, rubbish and dust on the ground
Hot wind is bringing in cinder, smell of the burning refuse
Gloomy half-light through the window really nothing to lose
Bustle forever around you dins hard industrial noise
The reckless beast of your nightmare saddening, troubling voice
As no sense for the silence and no sense for the scream
Life on the messy dark island never will turn ever-green