White City

Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith woke beside the fountain
From his dreams of china mountains
Far from the clatter of these autobanks
That keep chucking up money!
It turned into the kind of joke
That Keith feels isnt funny
White City
White City
Keith talked in alphanumerals
Keith talked in alphanumerals
Keith built a drug cathedral
Shape of an octahedron
Where he could hide from young
Orwellians
Who would trample their brothers!
A thin white powder film on everything
But soot is the colour of
The White
CityWhite
CityWhite
CitySo - are you happy
With this vision youve created
Should have known youd never rest
Til were all incinerated
And you know you are the best.