We turn to dark we feel thin air, we can survive when nothing is there. We built the city we dig the Earth, steel and the fire we find our worth. We control weather we like to roam, all of our days, all of our days. We control weather we feel thin air, we can survive when nothing is there. Our days are numbered, the Sun is getting closer to the world. We turn to dark we feel thin air, we can survive when nothing is there. We built the city we dig the Earth, steel and the fire we find our worth. We control weather we like to roam, all of our days, all of our days.