Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.
Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.