Under the influence of synth and dials
Night and day, thousands of miles
Carelessly free, the flashing roads
Ages ago, people walked on their own
Now it’s bugattis and lambos for all the people
Nocturnal people, adrenal people
Yonder loomed ahead and yet we turned our heads to impress the regal
All of the lights light up the sky
Humans made them; the others died
Eleven angry men will cry so the 12th, a king, is satisfied
Another time can be recalled;
Dance and joy filled up the hall
They struggle with it, even now,
Unanimously, they take the vow
Remembering tales of the lands ago
Never again is the choice they chose
Barely anyone had to lift a finger,
Asking them to walk this way,
Canceling those who dare to be different
Kick them down and paint their face
Orion-the lord of the land and the living-has simmered and given his power away,
Rendering visions of virtues and valor, falsehoods that they show through the whole Milky Way