On the beat, on the beat
The only sound's the pounding feet
Of people jumping on the stage,
Dancing the story of our age,
Of all the humans in their cage
The dancers free their pounding rage.

On the beat, on the beat
Bustling sounds out on the street.
People blind to others pain,
Dewdrops natures bleeding rain
And screaming animals sing refrain.
Only the dying Earth remains.