The Human Race Turbocharged

At the feet of lady liberty In the shadow of her glory The open ocean beacons The pioneering spirit sets sail From the bellow of the Titanic’s horn From the majestic lion’s roar we’re born Launched into outer space like a signal Uninterrupted, this world could never hold our anchor In her microscopic eyes lies a panoramic, telescopic view In her universal heart a galaxy of knowledge Of solar flares crimson as mars Flowing in our genes of stars A drum beat on the shore front A desert storm warms her cold current It is inhaled into the soul and exhaled Music is composed from this mosaic Our souls are fire and impossible to defuse Burning with passion at their core In our obsessed seven billion minds To one hundred billion infinite dreams On the shoulders of Armstrong Apollo’s legacy stands strong In the centre of the capital of the world Painting the sky with an eye-opening dye