As time’s rushing onward and we’re watching from above

Building machinery, we are miniaturized.

A crowd of engineering bugs, in coarse and noisy towers

Where’s the queen of the hive?

 

Forces, inertia, gravitation,

Logical laws, flawless equations,

Relentless in communication,

Mindless voices will chant:

 

This is the Making of the World

Man building roads and walls

Breathing life in new layers of existence

Digital kingdoms

This is the Making of the World

Black mirrors, delicate tapestry,

(The) Weaving Spider is the Lord of Cities

 

“The noise fades out, the swarm grows still,

Just a few more hundred years

It mellows down, ready for my work

To and fro, I draw”

 

As time’s rushing onward, rumour travels faster than light

Until the source is dry, until the signal dies.

 

Forces, inertia, gravitation,

Logical laws, flawless equations,

Relentless in communication,

Mindless voices still chant:

 

This is the Making of the World

Man building roads and walls

Breathing life in new layers of existence

Digital kingdoms

This is the Making of the World

Black mirrors, delicate tapestry

(The) Weaving Spider is the Lord of Cities

 

“For me Babylon was built,

And still men build cities for me to usher in posterity.”