on our way here...

We’ve crossed these broken streets
We’ve walked these crooked streets
We´ve stranded in front of a mile long
Hole where Broadacre city used to be

Nothing is saved, the ornament was lost
All the books with invented words are gone
We passed the villas and the steel skyscrapers
We have stood in front of empty glass boxes
And seen ourselves distorted and naked

We saw the stone temples of the gods of the past
We saw the metal temples of the gods of today
And saw no god and felt no hope at all
On our way here…