We slowly clomb, This crowd of beasts. A wild throng, With homemade wings. A golden rush Of hopeful fiends, With giant hearts Set to redeem. We mounted steps, To take the sky. To rise above Horizon lines. Across the plain Came the brigade. The glowing line, A motorway. The zenith beamed Into sights, The peak emitting Blinding light. Reach above, Don't stay below, Let's look beyond The flattened world. The world is round. The world is round. The world is round. The world is ours. Unto the clouds We sent our truths, Metal birds that Volleyed through. The sky fatigued Began to crack And the rabble blasted Through the gap. Inside the walls We thundered hard. A rebel host, Defying stars. We clapped our hands, We raised the roof And the rabble roused Performed a coup. With vitriol In growling throats, We whirled our limbs Like lightning bolts. A burst of noise, A searing flash, The fire roared, 'Til all was ash. This burning rock, A meteor. Its flying sparks, Spectacular! Onwards!