Black steel skeleton penetrates the haze,
You're 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.
They look up, look out,
(And) return to the ground.
A skyscraper is ambition
And sweet victory is the sweetest poison.
Underneath brickwork rise a structure of hurt
And stress points scream bearing friction of steel on steel.
They shoot up, shoot out.
They shoot up, shoot out,
(And) return to the ground.
And this vision is concrete,
And the city's become overgrown with weeds
And it doesn't matter how you play the game,
It's what game you play.
Pulling these weeds has been pulling on you,
(But) your head is a cloud.
Skyscraper ambitions aren't feeding on fools,
They're feeding on you.