Barren fields
I stall and stumble
Beneath their concrete boot
Too afraid to stand up
And face the blistering sun
Crawling
I've made my passage
Through dust and dark roads
These crowds and their mumbles
They swallow every thought
I
Am
One
The furnace-heart
Running
Through
Every one of their walls
Make way
As it comes closer
Burning through the veil
These streets will rumble
When my breath sounds the horn
I
Am
One
The furnace-heart
Running
Through
Leaves you biting the dust