I gaze above

The skies are clear

I feel the air

Taste no ozone

I hear the sound

Of chirping gears

It sends me back

In green punk fields

Blue is the sky

Yellow the sun

Red is the dye

The castle dun

In this green world

The grid lays low

Off ridden sword

Peace but a show

Under the sky

Shun by the grand

Little wise guy

Starts to defend

Ideas will come

To the oppressed

The sound of drum

Reclaim the wrest

In the shadow

The tormented

Again will glow

In the sky spread

Up the castle

Blown by the winds

Soon to frazzle

Bye, green punk fields