Continuum

Gazing over the unbuilt
From the air, a patchwork quilt

Evergreen and unending
Fenced off from our footsteps

Then pockets of impact
Crushing togethers of steel (glass and flesh)

Toggling between these two illusions
There is a grey area
We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out
Outward, outward

We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out, we gotta move out
We gotta move out
Outward, outward

Out into the continuum
Not the sprawl of the before
We gotta move out, we gotta move out