A promise in the wind A city in the sky Something to live for And something for to die Skycity Terminal The castle of comfort Where ignorance is the key To unlimited potential Otherwise the well of solitude Might engulf you (Verse 1) A promise in the wind, whispers of dreams anew, A city in the sky, where every hope comes true, Something to live for, up where the gears turn, And something to die for, as the fire in our hearts burn. (Chorus) Skycity Terminal, gleaming towers high, The castle of comfort, where ignorance holds the sky, Unlimited potential, for those who choose to ignore, The well of solitude, awaits for those who explore. (Verse 2) Above the clouds it soars, a wicked fantasy, A realm of gears and pipes, a place where one can be, But as the engines hum, and the gears spin on, Beneath the glamour's mask, a darker truth is drawn. (Chorus) Skycity Terminal, a gleaming facade, Where ignorance is the key, and reality is flawed, Unlimited potential, a ruse for those who stay blind, The well of solitude, reveals the truth behind. (Bridge) The poor toil and sweat, their faces etched in pain, Beneath the opulence, their lives remain in chain, The gears keep grinding, as the privileged play, Skycity Terminal's truth, Where ignorance is the key, and reality is flawed, Unlimited potential, a ruse for those who stay blind, The well of solitude, reveals the truth behind. (Bridge) The poor toil and sweat, faces etched with strain, Behind the luxury, their lives caught in a chain, Gears keep on grinding, while the privileged jest, Skycity Terminal's truth, we cannot lay to rest. (Chorus) Skycity Terminal, a monument to lies, Ignorance as the gate, where suffering quietly lies, Potential unending, if we turn our eyes away, The well of solitude, for those who dare to stray. (Outro) A promise fades in wind, a city's false façade, Skycity Terminal's tale, now unmasked and frayed, Gears keep relentlessly turning, eyes now open wide, No more will ignorance be the path where we reside. if we turn our eyes away, The well of solitude, for those who dare to stray. (Outro) A promise fades in wind, a city's false façade, Skycity Terminal's tale, now unmasked and frayed, Gears keep relentlessly turning, eyes now open wide, No more will ignorance be the path where we reside.
