The Building

There's a place straight from Heaven
A place, Hell on Earth
Where I like to watch the moon
Toxic waste, standing in a puddle
In the bowels of this concrete carcass

There's a name for this...Progress

This building is dead, but I feel so alive
This building is dead, alive when I'm inside
Synthetic sludge on my boots
I see the future in broken gears
And miles of conduits and obsolete technology

There's a name for this...Progress