Inside the Termite Mound Killing Joke

By day we're dormant
Because it's too hot outside now
Nocturnal notions
As we leave our cocoons
Antennae tuned to
Inhuman vibrations
Shaping the cities
Of the world that's to come

I listen to the sound
The endless construction
Inside the termite mound

I walked past the nursery
All the children have gone now
The rules we've taught them
Are what they've become
Move past the people
They make me feel so indifferent
Serving their purpose
It's their purpose to serve

A thousand lights
From this honeycombed labyrinth
These winding tunnels
Lead to my place of desire
Bars and bazaars
Of self-gratification
Live to consume
Live for momentary pleasures