Guard posts at most
designed to hem people in
to pin people to a slide and under
a microscope there is no place
to hide.

They're building them taller
and taller and the taller they build
them
the smaller men seem.

Four thousand Windows which are
really glass eyes
two thousand faceless spies forever
watching.

Catch me I'm falling from
floor fifty two
who watching me now?

Every tower block shocks me
they are punches that rock me
I'll have to submit to
a technical knock out.

communication lines down as
these towers cut cords with
swords of high tensile steel
wrapped in
a concrete mix

They've fixed me fine and dandy
a handy exit on the top deck
polyester ligature to pop round
my neck and who's
watching me now?