Stratosphere - Honeybone

Where do we go from here?

Do we end up in the stratosphere?

Burned up all our fuel

All that’s left to consume is our ego

Laid the planet bare

There’s no food or shelter anyway

It was worth it in the end

For the millions made by secret friends

Why don’t you take me down

Show me where the bankers frown

Slaves to power hungry lords

Safe from clutches of the poor

Wher do we go from here?

Thre’s nowhere left for us I fear