The Earth, it slowly, slowly turns
As the streetlights turn on
In 8 more hours of slowly spinning
Up will rise the sun
Like ants scurrying under the earth
We do not understand
With the vanity of Narcissus
We think we rule the lands
We live upon, we do not own
The places we call home
When everything we know is gone
Something else will roam
Upon the roads that we have trod
And arrogantly called our own
It may be man,it may be not
Or something​ we have never known