In the spiraling madness, towers rising
Growing up, rising up from the steam
Who are we, a number without a name
And every morning met with a crisis
The cloud of smoke chokes our dreams
An orphan will know that the devil came
Our footprints show crushed lives
As our machines drown out sleep
All who have desire made lame
All this luxury is a prison
But still he smiles
As the devil accepts all praise
We the children of a broken land
Watch us as we fall before him
Listen as we praise his name
We are but orphans in this place
No one waits, we have no home
We are abandoned to our fate
In crowds yet still alone
