By day we're dormant

Because it's too hot outside now

Nocturnal notions (as we leave or cocoons)

Antennae tuned to inuman vibrations

Shading the cities of the world to come



I listen to the sound, the endless construction

Inside the termite mound



I walked past the nursery

All the children have gone now

(The rules we taught them are what they've become)

Move past the people (they make me feel so indifferent)

Serving their purpose

It's their purpose to serve

A thousand lights from this hneycombed labyrinth

These winding tunnels lead to my place of desire

Bars and bazaars of self-gratification

Live to consume

Live for momentary pleasures



I listen to the sound, the endless construction

Inside the termite mound.