Endless miles of concrete, infinite tons of asphalt Lifeless pavement getting rougher lately in the distance you can see so faintly Empty towers of granite stretching up above the planet Face it, all of us are here together, don't tell me that we're trapped forever In desperate need of breath with hope the weak may breathe What makes you think you're free when you're in desperate need? Ill wind sounding thunder turbulent angry vapor We are prisoners of our own behavior Born of flesh through pain and labor Now let it be understood, idols carved of wood offer convenient wings Now let it be understood, idols carved of wood offer convenient wings Crowds of lonely faces vanishing open spaces We are threatened by those around us, sheltered by those who are closest In desperate need of warmth, with hope the cold will leave What makes you think you're free when you're in desperate need?