They swallowed it whole, they went for the gold for the gold
We fall for the same lies, we all have the same shoes to fit
The preachers and books of your empire will fight here alone
Some day the will be forgotten and die one by one

The walls the walls are coming down,
the here and now is coming round
It will some day let you down
The ships the ships are coming in, the great ideas are wearing thin
There is nothing left to do

For atoms have gone as fas as atoms will go
Your books write themselves, they line up in row after
row

The walls the walls are coming down, the here and now
is coming round
It will some day let you down
The ships the ships are coming in, the great ideas are
wearing thin
There is nothing left to do