Back at home in glowing cavesnHe filled the walls in a Shaman's hazenThe hunt was good His fellow beingsnLayed down their bones for no extremesnHe was cursing at the skynWith carving on his skinnThe wind and thunder howlingnnAnd yet there was no sinnBut soon his mind expanded to let more symbols innNow drowning in his choicesnThe future makes him grinnA runaway, runaway train getting off the tracknA runaway, runaway brain with too much on his backnHe cast the net on nature's shorenAnd in excess he wanted morennHe burned the land to have more roomnIn ugly towns he planned his doomnHe was laughing at the fewnWho saw what was aheadnAnd a corporating crew lived for today insteadnNow the bridge can fallnIt leads him back to reasonnIgnoring this here ballnHe signs a pact of treason