We build, we build, we build, scraping the sky, flattening the ground.
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Freeways, airports, sidewalks, cities. We build, we build, tearing apart Mother Nature, reconfiguring her into bricks and boxes. We build, whipping her into submission.
We build, like nothing can stop us.
And then one day a freakin’ raccoon crawls into a power substation and reminds us of our place.
At least his ass got fried in the process. – Keith Plocek