You walk through the glass and the chrome
Where nothing feels really like home
The concrete is cold on your skin
Where does the simulation begin
Plant a seed in the digital clay
Watch the pixels all wither away
Wait for the bloom in the electric air
Find a green leaf if you dare to care
The Montech is steel and it's grey
You watch all the buildings decay
Like Hedera climbing a wall
Waiting for everything soon to fall
Plant a seed in the digital clay
Watch the pixels all wither away
Wait for the bloom in the electric air
Find a green leaf if you dare to care
Your fingers touch grit and the loam
A fragment of earth in a dome
The Latin names hum in your head
While the virtual garden is fed
Deep in the root of the wire
Burning with synthetic fire
Dig through the debris and the rust
Turning the data to dust
The stadium shakes with a sound
But you keep your eyes on the ground
A small sprout of clover is gold
A story that's waiting to be told
Plant a seed in the digital clay
Watch the pixels all wither away
Wait for the bloom in the electric air
Find a green leaf if you dare to care
The timer is ticking its beat
The victory feels like defeat
But the ivy is holding the line
A natural sort of design
Plant a seed in the digital clay
Watch the pixels all wither away
Wait for the bloom in the electric air
Find a green leaf if you dare to care
Let the roots take hold
Let the green unfold
