Texty: Archive. Londinium.

Energy from every pore
Make what you will

Are you with or without
The force cannot be blamed
Just the hunger or greed
Supplying the ugly drive

Dirty water
No profit to supply
That round
Travelled far too long

In every direction you turn touch fire and you burn
Earn self recognition over all the preoccupying nonsense
I plead my inner sense savour this aroma of a new experience
High intelligence bound for the underground
We burrow deep down
I originate like the word individual
Visual visionary I vary
And all others see my eye view
So multiply through the big bad city
With a human emotion running wild
Not fit for the child of all ages
Accelerate speed of life
Moving closer to the center
Enter at your own if you will
Still the hustling bustling busy bee hive is alive
And kicking I'm picking the moment
I gotta get away from this monotonous call the capital
'L' loving every minute that I'm in it