We are not superior to anyone, all things that seem large will one day fall on the ground. Remember, be carful who you kick on your way up for they will be there waiting for you on your way down.
Buildings standing tall
Fall and crumble to the floor
More rubble, more ash, shattered rocks
Shattering glass breaks against the shore
Whore calls of old songs
Old songs of long gone
Children crying on the playground
Around, we are not giants
But ants in a line
Rhyme upon the fallen glass
Dancing on the falling ash.