@migu music@

'30 years ago, society believed that no price was to high, we thought that industry could come at any cost.

We cannot afford to pay that price any more.'

So finally my journey ends

And through this wound my soul can mend

Guilt is my blood

I'm being drained

This is my home,

I will stay... ...inside!

There's always someone inside

Fighting to get outside

The "knowing-right-from-wrong side"

Our home is inside!

I've travelled the world around

In search for some

Grail of mine

How could

I be so blind?

It was always here:inside

I have only some weeks to give

But at last...

I live

Life's just a line of situations

A matter of occasions

And mystic correlations

The work of a

Machine!

Here in a world split to nations

We fail to see the relations

Between the

Wheel and the

Machine And of the scars we're leaving... ...inside!

I swear there's someone inside

Fighting to get outside

Just give it all an hour

By the Concrete

Lake! '

I dread the day my children will ask me why.

I dread the day when

I will have to explain to them that people thought it was acceptable to destroy the environment so that we could have jobs.

I dread the day

I will have to explain to my bright-eyed

Joshua, who talks to dogs and listens to the grass screaming, that we were all to busy driving fast cars, rushing our children off to day-care, and finding seniors' homes to our grandparents and listening to the ringing of cash registers.

We were all too busy to hear the grass screaming.'